| Hey Hey America
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| You’re some kind of crazy island
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| You’re a place where dreams can grow
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| And there’s history in your mansions
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| Good fortune in your plantings
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| You’re well respected we all know
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| Hey Hey America
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| Let’s check your children
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| And see what they might know
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| Hey Hey America
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| With your salesmanship and your salaries
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| And your strip malls a growin'
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| And your handguns and your heresies
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| Don’t hold no responsibility
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| In this land of easy millions
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| Hey Hey America
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| It’s so thrillin' to see you grow
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| You’re some kind of crazy island
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| You’re some kind of crazy island
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| Well I prefer a sunny day
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| I just thought maybe I’d live a little bit longer that way
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| I don’t think we should look the same
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| Or talk the same
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| Yeah I think it’s a shame
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| And Hey Hey America
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| Across the new horizon
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| Are you sure that’s the way we should go
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| 'Cause I don’t know
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| Maybe it’s too late for all that
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| And Hey Hey America
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| You’re wrapped up in your red, white and blue
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| Hey Hey America
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| Wrapped up in yourself and your red, white and blue
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| Hey Hey America
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| You’re some kind of crazy island
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| You’re some kind of crazy island
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| Hey Hey America
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| You’re some kind of crazy island
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| You’re a place where dreams can grow
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| And there’s history in your mansions
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| Hey Hey America
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| You’re some kind of crazy island
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| Some kind of crazy island |