I Like America

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Noël Coward

Sir Noël Peirce Coward (16 December 1899 – 26 March 1973) was an English playwright, composer, director, actor and singer, known for his wit, flamboyance, and what Time magazine called "a sense of personal style, a combination of cheek and chic, pose and poise". more »

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2008

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Girls:
 Tell us, sailor,
 Tell us, please,
 For we're terribly keen to know
 What it's like to be fancy free
 Footloose on the rolling sea?
 China girl chop-chop,
 Gay Maltese,
 Hot Mommas from Mexico-
 
 Harry:
 If you'll forgive a crude remark
 And don't resent a rude remark
 I'll let you into a secret-
 
 Girls:
 Well?
 
 Harry:
 They're all alike in the dark!
 
 Girls:
 There must have been
 Some place you've seen
 Superior to the rest?
 
 Harry:
 As a matter of fact
 With political tact
 I like America best.
 
 Girls:
 
 There's a good time a-comin on de ole plantation
 For a jolly Jack Tar
 Has just confessed
 The he likes America best!
 
 Verse 1
 
 Harry:
 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.
 
 Harry:
 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.
 
 Verse 2
 
 Harry:
 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.
 
 Girls:
 We'll never mith
 Those blasted fith
 On the road to Mandalay.
 
 Harry:
 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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