Happy Head Baby Usa
(Carl L. Marsh/David Barratt) a tiny piece of america nearly blew my apart driving on the wrong side of my english heart i found myself caught in mid-stream i had a dream of a brand-new start phone lines lie across the atlantic i guess it's time to fly trans-romantic are you lonesome baby usa? i heard you cry 3,000 miles away go west young man you said and i was on my way don't shoot-i love you baby usa once upon a time my world was an open book the pages turned but i stayed put now like a pilgrim on plymouth sound i'm america bound hand and foot that's the pull of love's defection a continental drift in my direction a yellow cab from here to eternity a fifty-floor building points to all things heavenly down the roots of high anxiety there's just another story from the naked city don't shoot-i love you baby usa don't shoot-i love you baby usa don't shoot-i love you baby usa don't shoot-i love you baby usa
