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Albums:

Week in Week Out [2 Tracks] (The Ordinary Boys) · Yacht Club Swing 1938 (Fats Waller) · Live at the Yacht Club (Fats Waller) · Yacht Rock (Commodores) · Original Album Series: Yacht Rock (Bread) · Yacht Club Swing & Other Radio Rareties (Fats Waller) · Live at the Elkhorn Slough Yacht Club (Bryan McConnell) · Wednesday Week (The Undertones) · Hit of the Week (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sleep Is for the Week (Frank Turner) – and 90 other albums »


lined the corners
Doin' this and that
In wild America

Wild America
Wild America
Wild America

Now I 'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's
the corners
Doin' this and that
In wild America

Wild America
Wild America
Wild America

Now I 'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's got methedrine but
I
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
American will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is
The troubles in the black
by and people get high,
In the tropics, they come in they go.

[Chorus]

Up in America
at my villas 
In Nice and Paris in June."

And I thought, "Okay."
And I took a breath 
And I got my yacht 
And the years went by 
And it never
accountants drove away.
You'll see him coast to coast on live tv, in a stadium
Rocked by Satan just the night before
The collection from the faithful is tax
accountants drove away.
You'll see him coast to coast on live TV, in a stadium
Rocked by Satan just the night before
The collection from the faithful is tax
When dey spin up di place we a turn it up
Eye red, now you feel so you burn it up
And a sit by di kids, we a surf it up
We a stick to di peace,
When dey spin up di place we a turn it up
Eye red, now you feel so you burn it up
And a sit by di kids, we a surf it up
We a stick to di peace,
time like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are.
Champion, a champion (champion, champion)

Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I
(Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)

Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when
(Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)

Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when
We used to never say never
Used to think we live forever
Flying free beneath the sun
Days go running and hiding
The weeks are going slippy
the shots
I grease the palms
I buy the yachts

One thing I can guarantee
The best things in life, they sure ain't free
It's such a thrill just to be me
This
America, God bless you if it's good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst-
New Kung Fu Kenny

Throw a steak off the yacht
accountants drove away.
You'll see him coast to coast on live tv, in a stadium,
Rocked by Satan just the night before.
The collection from the faithful is
the Constitution
Fighting the revolutionary war
Well ? America's inland neighbor
She's the finest running shore to shore

Mm... It takes about a week
To get
never vote again
God bless America home of the whopper
God bless America billions billions served
Every week from Moscow
To Madagascar, Ronald
Asia
With a little luck we got fur markets in South America
Took a little longer with tin and amethyst in Zimbabwe
(a real old boys' network)

Got nine
Asia
With a little luck we got fur markets in South America
Took a little longer with tin and amethyst in Zimbabwe
(a real old boys' network)

Got nine
The embodiment of innocence stripped from her own
Territory. America's child has passed so close to
Freedom. Now closest with her maker, the ten
The embodiment of innocence stripped from her own
Territory. America's child has passed so close to
Freedom. Now closest with her maker, the ten
the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered in her lipstick
the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered in her lipstick
cancer in the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered

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