There´s a black man with a black cat livin´ in a black neighborhood
He´s got an interstate runnin´ through his front yard
You know he thinks that he´s got it so good
And there´s a woman in the kitchen cleanin´ up the evenin´ slop
And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin´, I can remember when you could stop a clock."

Oh but ain´t that America for you and me
Ain´t that America somethin´ to see baby
Ain´t that America home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me

There´s a young man in a t-shirt
Listenin´ to a rockin´ rollin´ station
He´s got greasy hair, greasy smile
He says, "Lord this must be my destination."
´Cause they told me when I was younger
"Boy you´re gonna be president."
But just like everything else those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went

Oh but ain´t that America for you and me
Ain´t that America somethin´ to see baby
Ain´t that America home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me

Well there´s people and more people
What do they know know know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico
Ooh yeah
And ther´s winners and there´s losers
But they ain´t no big deal
´Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills,
the pills that kill

Oh but ain´t that America for you and me
Ain´t that America somethin´ to see baby
Ain´t that America home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me