December 1965 in Caracas    When Arnie LaFlamme(?) took his piece of the pie    When he packed up the casino chips, the IOU and the abacus    And switched off the jukebox in a "A Fool Such as I"    He was a leg man who was open to offers    But he couldn't get her off his mind as he passed the tourist office    and as he entertained himself singing just like Sammy Davis Junior    He toyed with a trip to Miami       For money like that    he could have sweet talk in her ear    Now they don't speak any English    Just American without tears       It was an idea that he dandled on his knee    and nursed it like his coffee cup    when he couldn't find any other way    It always seemed to come to him    while the day was dipping down    and sun was like a light bulb    being swallowed by a clown       He took her for everything    He took her for his only one    He took her out of Coventry and over to Idaho    But the war wound that he carried home    wasn't really visible    When the bullets were forgotton    she lived dowdy, down, and miserable       And she seemed to be crying for year after year    and says, "You don't speak any English    Just American between tears."       "Arnie" she said to me, "Will you turn down the radio.    You haven't slept a wink since we came to Havana    When're you gonna get the strength to go over to Florida?    All you ever listen to is 'The Voice of America'."       It was the story of a young English poppet    Who took up with a soldier boy    And thought she would profit    Just like me she found out what true love is about    Anyway she's in New Orleans It would never work out       Oh she seemed to be crying for year after year    Now you don't speak any English    Just American between tears    Just American without tears       For you seem to be crying for year after year    Now you don't speak any English    Just American without tears (x2)