There's a black man, with a black cat
Living in a black neighborhood
He's got a interstate running through his front yard
You know he thinks he's got it so good.
And there's a woman, in the kitchen, cleaning up the evening slop
And he looks at 'er and says
Hey Darlin' I remember when you could, stop a clock
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, yeah for you and me
Now there's a young man, in a t-shirt, listening to a rock and rollin' station
He's got greasy hair and a, greasy smile,
he says "Lord this must be my destination"
Cause he told me, when I was younger, sayin' "Boy ya gonna be President"
But just like everything else, those crazy dreams, kinda came and went
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, yeah for you and me
Now there's people, and more people, and what do they know know know
Go to work in some high-rise, and vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico!!! (ooooh yeah)
There's winners, and there's losers, but that ain't no big deal
Cause the simple man, baby, pays for thrills, with bills, and pills that kill
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, yeah for you and me