| We heard Richard Nixon say, «Welcome to the USA»
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| The common sense I sometimes lack
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| Has opened up a seismic crack
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| We’ve fallen in and I can’t pull back
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| And I guess we’ll have to stay
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| In open arms we put our trust they put us on a big red bus
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| Twin spirits soaking up a dream
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| Fuel to feed the press machine
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| After years that were long and lean
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| We’re finally on our way
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| And Richard Nixon’s on his knees he’s sent so many overseas
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| He’d like to know if you and me could help him in some way
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| A little camouflage and glue to mask the evil that men do
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| A small diversion caused by two
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| Pale kids come to play
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| And we heard Richard Nixon say, «Welcome to the USA»
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| Neither of us understood the way things ticked in Hollywood
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| We just loaded in and grabbed the bat
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| With little room to swing a cat
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| And pretty soon we were «Where it’s at»
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| Or so the papers say
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| And all around us suntanned teens, beauty like we’d never seen
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| Our heroes led us by the hand
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| Through Brian Wilson’s promised land
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| Where Disney’s God and he commands
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| Both mice and men to stay
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| And Richard Nixon’s on his knees he’s sent so many overseas
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| He’d like to know if you and me could help him in some way
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| A little camouflage and glue to mask the evil that men do
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| A small diversion caused by two
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| Pale kids come to play
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| And we heard Richard Nixon say, «Welcome to the USA»
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| In a bright red Porsche on Sunset I saw Steve McQueen
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| I guess he’s just about the coolest guy I’ve ever seen
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| And for you and me that speeding car is how it’s going to be
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| I see no brakes just open road and lots of gasoline
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| Oh, We heard Richard Nixon say, «Welcome to the USA»
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| The common sense I sometimes lack
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| Has opened up a seismic crack
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| We’ve fallen in and I can’t pull back
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| Pale kids come to play
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| And we heard Richard Nixon say, «I've gotta go but you can stay»
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| Pale kids come to play
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| And we heard Richard Nixon say, «I've gotta go but you can stay» |