Noël Coward - I Like America Lyrics

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Noël Coward - I Like America Lyrics

I don't care for China
Japan's far too small
I've rumbled the Rio Grande
I hate Asia Minor
I can't bear Bengal
And I shudder to think
Of the awful stink
On the road to Samarkand

I like America
I have played around
Every slappy-happy hunting ground
But I find America-okay
I've been about a bit
But I must admit
That I didn't know the half of it
Till I hit the U.S.A
No likely lass
In Boston, Mass
From passion will recoil
In Dallas, Tex
They talk of sex
But only think of oil
New Jersey dames
Go up in flames
If someone mentions-bed
In Chicago, Illinois
Any girl who meets a boy
Giggles and shoots him dead!
But I like America
Its Society
Offers infinite variety
And come what may
I shall return some day
To the good old U.S.A

I've loathed every acre
From Cannes to Canton
I also deplore Bombay
I've jeered at Jamaica
And seen through Ceylon
And exploded the myth
Of those Flying Fith
On the Road to Mandalay

But I like America
I have traveled far
From Northumberland to Zanzibar
And I find America-okay
I've roamed the Spanish Main
Eaten sugar-cane
But I never tasted cellophane
Till I struck the U.S.A
All delegates
From Southern States
Are nervy and distraught
In New Orleans
The wrought-iron screens
Are dreadfully overwrought
Beneath each tree
In Tennessee
Erotic books are read
And when alligators thud
Through the Mississippi mud
Sex rears its ugly head
But-I like America
Every scrap of it
All the sentimental crap of it
And come what may
Give me a holiday
In the good old U.S.A

Noël Coward Lyrics

A Room with a View
Dance, Little Lady
Mary Make-Believe
Try to Learn to Love
Lorelei
Zigeuner
World Weary
Let's Say Goodbye
The Party's Over Now
Something to Do With Spring
Mad Dogs and Englishmen
Tokay
I'll Follow My Secret Heart
Mrs. Worthington
Parisian Pierrot
Where Are the Songs We Sung?
The Stately Homes of England
Dearest love
I'll See You Again
Poor Little Rich Girl
Could You Please Oblige Us with a Bren Gun?
If Love Were All
Nina
Someday I'll Find You
Uncle Harry
Sail Away
There Are Bad Times Just Around the Corner