Lyrics:
Amedeo Modigliani
1884-1920 italian painter and sculptor
(2) Jolson doin' "Swannee": Al
Jolson, 1885-1950 American singer
Comedian, actor,
American Generation, American generation
Grooving to the bass, it shows on every face
That life's a festival, so try some letting go
The future bears
send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land
Over there all the women wear silk and satin to their knees
And children, dear,
work how American is that?
As American as steering in a German car
Fucking a Russian chick snorting
Coke from Colombia
Festival.
German Munich Opera Festival.
Irish Saint Patrick's Day.
Green, green!
Korean Boryeong Mud Festival.
Welcome to the World Festival.
Let's have
of what people of this town went through at that time.
The year of 1944 saw Forlì ravaged by the bombardments of both Allies and Germans and subject
The United States dollar took another pounding on German
French and British exchanges this morning
Hitting the lowest point ever known in West
for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land
Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
And children dear,
German, Scottish and Norwegian
Roots made me more superior than
My enemies of despair
We must continuously overcome all
The obstacles in life!
There's
Whoa whoa
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car
Listen to the Beatles singing back in the USSR
Yeah she's goin'
Whoa whoa
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car
Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the U-S-S-R'
Yeah she's goin'
even there
Can we just fly away to Mars and start a new life again?
My american daddy will pay for the flights and we'll sit on first class
We'll be
Americans Dreaming
Americans Dreaming
Of England in the rain,
Of Swiss alps in snow,
Of tiny German towns,
Of ruins at dusk in Rome,
Americans
Eh
Ja ho saps, la meva familia, els meus putos germans
Salgo pa la calle to' acicala
Mi family esperando en el bar
Llega el finde y nos vamos a liar
free
An it's the end of the line of the final journey
Enemies leaving the past
And it's American troops and the German army
Joining together
Everybody wanna be American Boy
Everybody wanna be American Boy
I got the Empire State of mind
Rain on the kingdom
Why the Brits have to stick
Hattening
Nowadays
Can't show love they think it's weak
How tragic
Who raised you niggas
Who raised you niggas
I'm German Irish Indian
And African American
So
Artist: Men Without Hats
Song: Freeways, this is a be-Side on several singles.
German lyrics transcribed and commented by:
Barnard@forge.franken.de
Don't you think it's only gone by a drill
'cause when El Presidente pulls the trigger
He always shoots to kill
There are Germans in Mexico
Germans In
well they may go
And this is a declaration
That we'll be fair again
Especially to those Americans
Who were Americans, before there were Americans
Ficke Feiglinge freude fällt
Falls Freezy fernab fiese Feinde findet
Fiktive Fantasy-Fighter, fühle Fremdschämen
Fordest funktionierende Festival
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh, the country was young
With God on its side
The Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War, too
Was
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh, the country was young
With God on its side
The Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War, too
Was
The cavalries charged, the Indians died
Oh the country was young with God on its side
These Spanish-American War had its day
And the Civil War too was soon laid
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