I saw a princess on T.V. last night
She was very clean. Her shoes were white
She spoke about how lovely life can be
And then she laughed at me. On my TV
I'd like to put your pretty face right through a window
Let's just see how far you'd go
Without your little button nose
And all your chic designer clothes
Here in America
We drink a lot to pass the time
We drink alone and we stay quiet
Old men with pickled noses nod away
They've nothing more to say
It'd be so easy just to pass them off as furniture
But if you looked inside their brains
There'd be so much you can't explain
A special misery and pain
Here in America
Sometimes I'd like to get up next to you
To feel your flesh and to smell you too
A simple kiss or two would never do
I gotta own you
Sometimes the ugliness of passion washes over me
It's basic hungers that we feed
With all our lustfulness and greed
Cause what you want you seldom need
Here in America
Here in America
Here in America