The Americans won't stop
With their damn funny hats
And their boundless American pride
And their big scary dog
And their ill-mannered cats
And their numberless offspring all huddled inside
Yes it's all rather hard to believe

The Americans stare out
From their truck driving by
On their way to the big outlet store
That their countrymen built
Where they go now to buy
Their American clothing and groceries and more
Yes it's all rather hard to believe

And I can't tell you
What a chore it has been
To just go on living
After all I have seen

The Americans won't stop
Throwing stuff on my lawn
Or their children from climbing my trees
And my old wooden rake
And my work gloves are gone
And I've noticed that dog looking strangely at me
Yes it's all rather hard to believe

The Americans get drunk
On the Fourth of July
And they cook up some deer that they shot
Then they raise up their beers
To the borderless sky
And they thank old Ben Franklin for all that they've got
Yes it's all rather hard to believe

And I can't tell you
What a chore it has been
To just go on living
After all I have seen

The Americans won't stop
So I guess I'll just leave
And we'll all be much happier this way
And I'll live alone
While the Americans breed
And set off their fireworks and get drunk and pray
Yes it's all rather hard to believe

And I can't tell you
What a chore it has been
To just go on living
After all I have seen