Lyrics:

Rosie cooks with love, 5 bucks a plate
And she'll cook for you, if you, if don't show up too late
'Cuz when you're feelin' low down, as empty as a hole
Go to Rosie's cafe, she'll nourish your soul
'Cuz she's a, soul agent, for the USA
She'll be here tomorrow, after she gets through today, yeah

I know this girl who makes her dollars, one at a time
She folds them lay aways, under her pantie line
She wears crushed purple velvet, she's swimming in my mind
She's doin' what she wants, to get herself by
Yeah, 'cuz she's a, soul agent, for the USA
She'll be here tomorrow, after she gets through today
She's a, soul agent for the USA
She'll be here tomorrow, after she gets through today, yeah

Yours is the only soul you can know
And yours is the only road you can go
The finest people that you'll meet, yeah
Is just a man on the street

And there's a fellow I know, moves like the shifting sands
He earns his daily bread, with his own two hands
And when the weight on your shoulders, is wearing you down
Well, he'll do his best, to bring you around
'Cuz he's a, soul agent, for the USA
He'll be here tomorrow, after he gets through today
He's a soul agent, for the USA
He'll be here tomorrow, after he gets through today, yeah