Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Miss America, artist - Harry Chapin. Album song Sequel, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 05.05.2008
Record label: Chapin
Song language: English
I Miss America |
By the time I was thirteen |
I started taking shape. |
At eighteen I was so beautiful |
That the strangers started to gape. |
They said «Enter the ultimate contest |
If you’re as gorgeous as you seem.» |
They said «Please, please, please |
Be our American dream.» |
But late that night beneath the grieving moon |
There’s a dazzling sight in my motel room |
For a grunting judge with his bulging eyes |
I give my all for his cherished prize. |
Oh why, oh why? |
I’m Miss America |
Crying on TV |
Silver clad in satin rags, |
But everything’s where it should be |
Oh say can you see, ah say can you see. |
After they showed me the game ball |
They told me put on weight. |
They told me I’d be powerful |
They told me I’d be great. |
And my Uncle Sam he would coach me |
His helmet on my head |
And they said «Please, please please, please |
Please win and beat the spread.» |
But the new game plan that the owners had made |
Meant that win or lose there would be a trade. |
For the team’s become a real gold mine |
And the kid’s sold off for the bottom line. |
Oh why, oh why? |
Mr. America |
Sweating on TV |
The winner’s joy from the battered boy |
For everything’s where it should be |
Oh say can you see, ah say can you see. |
At last we’ve come together |
Call it marriage or civil war. |
If it brings us to battle, babe |
It must be worth our fighting for. |
Though today came up cloudy |
There will be other days. |
«Ah, please, please, please, please |
What else is there to say?» |
But in plywood spread |
By a plastic stream |
And in separate beds with a borrowed dream |
And with questions wide and the silence deep |
We take two pills so at last we’ll sleep. |
Oh why, oh why? |
Mr. and Mrs. America |
Our story’s on TV |
Can you hear canned laughter |
For everything’s where it should be |
Oh say can you see, ah say can you see. |
Well, my little boy he told me something |
Just the other night. |
He whispered it as I kissed him |
Before I turned out the light. |
And of course he said it simple |
As only children can |
He said «Daddy, daddy, daddy, please |
I’m ready to dream again.» |