Lyrics

Hung Jury That's one I call American That's one I call American That's one I call American That's one I call American First we'll blow those teepees down. Then we'll build us a little town Linked by rail to Santa Fe-- We'll have a Sunday School someday. That's one I call American . . . Next we'll lay a county line Straighter than anybody could. This we do in the public good-- People in the way better knock on wood-- All the while, in shrouds of sail Came the pride of Africa, Sold to slavery without bail. Later on there arrived in steerage Rags of the European peerage, Some for liberty, some for jail. That's one I call American . . . Air-strikes aimed at ending bloodshed-- Then drop sandwiches on their heads-- Good must dress itself in guile Famous hippies go back on trial Later in the day the scene gets blurry; The century ends in a hung jury. If we kissed them everyone, If we miss them night and day, There would still be a debt to pay, That's one I call American. That's one I call American That's one I call American That's one I call American . . .