But they couldn’t stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn’t prevent Jack from feeling happy
If you’re happy and you know it
clap your hands
I am the happiest girl in the whole U.S.A.
Born down in a dead man’s town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A
I was born in the U.S.A
I was born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
Look here Alfago, watch my lips
Where were ya born?
I was born in East L.A.
Man, I was born in East L.A.
Oh yeah, you were born in East L.A.
Let’s see your green card
Man, I gotta get outta this town,
Outta this town
Outta this town
Outta this town and outta L.A.
We gotta get out of this place
If it’s the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'cause girl, there’s a better life for me and you
It’s 1 2 3, what are we fighting for?
I Don’t know, don’t give a dam,
The next stop is Viet Nam…
One two three
Oh, that’s how element’ry
It’s gonna be
Come on let’s fall in love
It’s easy (it’s so easy)
Like takin’ candy (like takin’ candy) from a baby
Ooh that’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like Sunday morning
That’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like Sunday morning!
Cruising down the river on a Sunday afternoon…
Well, I built me a raft and she’s ready for floatin’
Ol’ Mississippi, she’s callin’ my name
Catfish are jumpin’, that paddle wheel thumpin’
Black water keeps rollin’ on past just the same
Ol’ blackwater, keep on rollin’ Mississippi moon won’t you keep on shining on me…
They don’t need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high
Mama’s dancin’ with baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin’ like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more, he’d leave you longing for
She likes Elvis, she liked Andy,
So she’s fine and dandy with me…
I know a girl who thinks of ghosts
She’ll make ya breakfast
She’ll make ya toast
But she don’t use butter
And she don’t use cheese
She don’t use jelly
Or any of these
She uses Vaseline
Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late…
Take the ribbon from your hair,
Laying soft against my chest,
Like the shadows on the wall…
I’m lying here in bed
Swear my skin is inside out
Just another Sunday morning
Seen my diary on the newsstand
Seems we’ve lost the truth to quicksand
It’s a shame no one is praying
'Cause these voices in my head keep saying:
“Love, just don’t stare.”
“Reveal the Word when you’re supposed to.”
“Withdrawn and introverted, infectiously perverted,
'Being laughed at and confused keeps us pleasantly amused enough to stay.”