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 there'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