There's a black man with a black catnLiving in a black neighborhoodnHe's got an interstate running' through his front yardnYou know, he thinks, he's got it so goodnAnd there's a woman in the kitchen cleaning' up evening slopnAnd he looks at her and says: nHey darling, I can remember when you could stop a clockn nOh but ain't that America, for you and menAin't that America, we're something to see babynAin't that America, home of the free, yeahnLittle pink houses for you and me, oh for you and mennWell there's a young man in a T-shirtnListenin' to a rock 'n' roll stationnHe's got a greasy hair, greasy smilenHe says: Lord, this must be my destinationn'Cause they told me, when I was youngernSayin' Boy, you're gonna be presidentnBut just like everything else, those old crazy dreamsnJust kinda came and wentn nOh but ain't that America, for you and menAin't that America, we're something to see babynAin't that America, home of the free, yeahnLittle pink houses, for you and me, oh baby for you and mennWell there's people and more peoplenWhat do they know, know, knownGo to work in some high risenAnd vacation down at the Gulf of MexiconOoo yeahnnAnd there's winners, and there's losersnBut they ain't no big dealn'Cause the simple man baby pays the thrills,nThe bills and the pills that killn nOh but ain't that America, for you and menAin't that America, we're something to see babynAin't that America, home of the free, yeahnLittle pink houses for you and me, ooo, ooo yeahnnAin't that America, for you and menAin't that America, hey we're something to see babynAin't that America, oh the home of the free, nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahnLittle pink houses babe for you and me, ooo yeah ooo yeah