Yankee Go Home

Try Jamaica (I) think they'll take you Honolulu How do you do? I'll make a quick stop My fair-lady pill pop Before catching the bus to good lord knows where's what (Catch me) falling out of line I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here Salad nicoise Good to meet you Carcasonne hon' Stands next to no one The rake at the door has been taking a tour of this tar (and) feather land and good lord knows that I am now Falling out of line I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out again Yankee go Yankee go home Yankee go Yankee go home The gas prices are getting higher As the rain falls upon dry land Yankee go Yankee go home Senses burn man When the deck-hand Plays a flute which Reminds me of you oh But there's a land in the distance That might have some patience And girls who are singing of strangers and sailors There are gunfights There are neckties A little history A little sunlight Alright Yankee go Yankee go home Yankee go Yankee go home The gas prices are getting higher As the rain falls upon dry land Yankee go Yankee go home Papa said Papa said Pa said get used to it Pa said get used to it Pa said it gets so goddamn hard but I get used to it Pa said get used to it