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   The gas prices are getting higher   As the rain falls upon dry land   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 or strangers and sailors   There are gunfights   There are neckties   A little history   A little sunlight   Alright      They said   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