| I gazed upon you from the bleachers
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| A creature so foreign to me
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| With the stars and the stripes wrapped around you
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| Well how could I know there was England below?
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| I gazed upon you and I wondered
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| Cheerleader with hair of red flame
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| But that was first glance — I saw only the dance
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| And the distance from New York to Yorkshire
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| Truth’s always stranger than fiction
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| And here it’s especially true
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| Here in the home of Miss USA
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| What’s a wide-eyed English boy going to do?
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| I never knew much about baseball
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| But I was quick with the US cliché
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| The crowd gave a roar and I don’t know what for
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| The Major League rules get me so confused
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| Truth’s always stranger than fiction
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| The cheerleader showed me around
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| You with the heart of the USA
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| And me with the spite of a small English town
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| Central Park after dark, is safe these days
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| Depending on the game you play.
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| America. |
| House of Blues
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| What do you know?
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| Gimme the news
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| America. |
| Shock and awe
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| Not any more
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| America I’m ready for you
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| Tell me what to do
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| Tell me what to do
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| Tell me what to do |