"Let us be lovers,
We'll marry our fortunes together.
I've got some real estate here in my bag."
So we bought a pack of cigarettes,
And Mrs. Wagner's pies,
And walked off
To look for Ame-e-e-e-erica.
"Kathy," I said,
As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh,
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now.
It took me four days
To hitchhike from Saginaw.
I've come to look for Ame-e-e-e-rica."
Laughing on the bus,
Playing games with the faces,
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy.
I said, "Be careful,
His bowtie is really a camera."
"Toss me a cigarette,
I think there's one in my raincoat."
"We smoked the last one an hour ago."
So I looked at the scenery,
She read her magazine;
And the moon rose over an o-o-o-open field.
"Kathy, I'm lost," I said,
Though I knew she was sleeping.
"I'm empty and aching and I don't know why."
Counting the cars
On the New Jersey Turnpike.
They've all come
To look for Ame-e-e-e-rica,
All come to look for Ame-e-e-e-rica,
All come to look for Ame-e-e-e-rica,