| No one likes us-I don’t know why
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| We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
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| But all around, even our old friends put us down
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| Let’s drop the big one and see what happens
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| We give them money-but are they grateful?
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| No, they’re spiteful and they’re hateful
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| They don’t respect us-so let’s surprise them
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| We’ll drop the big one and pulverize them
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| Asia’s crowded and Europe’s too old
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| Africa is far too hot
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| And Canada’s too cold
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| And South America stole our name
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| Let’s drop the big one
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| There’ll be no one left to blame us
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| We’ll save Australia
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| Don’t wanna hurt no kangaroo
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| We’ll build an All American amusement park there
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| They got surfin', too
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| Boom goes London and boom Paree
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| More room for you and more room for me
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| And every city the whole world round
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| Will just be another American town
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| Oh, how peaceful it will be
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| We’ll set everybody free
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| You’ll wear a Japanese kimono
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| And there’ll be Italian shoes for me
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| They all hate us anyhow
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| So let’s drop the big one now
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| Let’s drop the big one now |