Noël Coward - I Like America Lyrics |
The English playwright, actor, singer and songwriter 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
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