Lyrics:

Autumn's child is catchin' hell

For having been too naïve to tell

Property rights from chapel bells

"there's nothing we can do

We could not get there in time

It's too late

She signed on the dotted line"

Oh, shoot 'em up

Cops and robbers

Oh, America

The manager smiled

He said, "we're gonna straighten

This mess"

He had a picture of Spot

And Jane on his desk

So I signed his strange contract

With the transparent lines

"there's nothing we can do

We could not get there in time

It's too late

She signed on the dotted line"

Oh, shoot 'em up

Cops and robbers

Oh, America

The lawyers cried

Through the telephone rings

The doctors sighed

"she's imagining things"

When he came through the window

With those crazy eyes

Dick Tracy in disguise

He said, "you need a guiding

Hand

You're soft and you're fine

Sign here on the dotted line"

Oh, big deals

Cops and robbers

Oh, America

I am your rose

American dreamer

Flyin' high

And down through America

Didn't you know

American dreamer

Flyin' high

And down through America

America

America