Outside in New Orleans the heat was almost frightening    But my hotel room as usual was freezing and unkind    On TV they prosecute anyone who's exciting    So I put on my overcoat and went down to find    In Revlon and Crimpelene they captured my heart    To the strain of a piano and a cocktail murderess    She was singing that "It's Too Late", I agreed with that part    For two English girls who had changed their address       Now it seems we've been crying for years and for years    Now I don't speak any English, just American without tears    Just American without tears       One had been a beauty queen and the other was her friend    They had known rogues and rascals and showbiz impresarios    While the boys were licking Hitler they had something to defend    >From men armed with chewing gum and fine nylon hose    By a bicycle factory as they sounded the siren    And returned into the dancehall she knew he was the one    Though he wasn't tall or handsome she laughed when he told her    "I'm the Sheriff of Nottingham and this is Little John"       Now it seems we've been crying for years and for years    Now I don't speak any English, just American without tears    Just American without tears       At a dock in Southampton full of tearful goodbyes    Newsreel commentators said "Cheerio, G.I. brides"    Soon they'll be finding the cold facts and lies    New words for suspenders and young girls backsides       Now I'm in America and running from you    Like my grandfather before me walked the streets of New York    And I think of all the women I pretend mean more than you    When I open my mouth and I can't seem to talk       Now it seems we've been crying for years and for years    Now I don't speak any English just American without tears    Just American without tears