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of my hand Songs of surf and sun and sand I make great music with my band Songs you dance to and songs of joy I'm the original beach boy Everybody's gone surfin' surfin usa
What's my name? It hurts my brain to think Sounds from the city Sound so pretty Young bands playing Young kids digging, and I dig them The USA's got
man, sing me a song When we were everyone We were more than just a slice Of American pie Have you read my blog today? 300 million little USA's Your
they're laughin' and bumpin' and screamin' and cryin' And jumpin' up on their seat And then the band begins to play and then they hush up And then the band
bad economy It's gonna get worse you see, we need a change in policy There's a local paper rolled up in a rubber band One more sad story's one more
see I bet Thomas Jefferson would love B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love
Boy, I've had enough now you just Pack up that guitar, you just pack up your stuff" So I left home and organized myself a band Called myself the Alabama
I had mind to Sail away and be Jacques Cousteau, or the Crocodile hunter on a TV show Be the king of the one night stand, front the Coral Reefer Band
know They do know what to do in a hurricane Maybe I'll go through Mexico And old Jesse Helms, don't have to know Anyway all the allies of the USA Travel
say You gotta get down in the USA tonight Ok, kids, it's rockin' time! Every day you can hear 'em say You gotta get down in the USA tonight Sun starts
for the open expansive space and rebuilt my ship and went away and as I was leaving I felt like Luke Skywalker leaving his home planet of Tattoui "Usa
with them all across the USA But one night in the middle of the set they say He got his rockin' rhythm roots And country confused He sang the yodelin' blues Well the band
all gonna die in the same rat trap You're living in the USA 'cause you're living in the USA 'cause you're living in the USA 'cause you're living in the USA
nobody) Nobody, baby (nobody) And who can treat you like me (nobody) Who can give you what you need (nobody) And who can do you all night long (nobody) Nobody, baby (nobody) And the band
going on there still I waited all day and still it seemed like one day too many Down in the basement With gunfire closer than distant And upstairs the band
(USA) Staring through the boring Montana skyline Wishing that this journey would come to an end Rolling stoned I'm listing to the gussler I want a wash