Lyrics:

Well, there's a black man with a black cat
Livin' in a black neighborhood
He's got an 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 her and says
'Darling, I can remember when you could stop a clock'
Oh, but ain't that America for you and me?
Ain't that America, well, something so see, baby?
Ain't that America? Home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me
They build 'em for you and me
Well, there's a young man in a T-shirt
Listening to a rockin', rollin' station
He's got a greasy hair and greasy smile
And 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, well, something to see, baby?
Ain't that America? Home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me
Oh, 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
And there's winners and there's losers
But they ain't no big deal
'Cause the simple man, baby, pays the bills
And the thrills, and the pills that kill
Uh, 's ain't America for you and me
But ain't that America? Girl, it's something to see, baby
Ain't that America? Home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
Oh, for you and me
Oh, but ain't that America for you and me?
Ain't that America, well, something to see, baby?
Ain't that America? Home of the free yeah
Little pink house for you and me
Oh, for you and me