There's a black man with a black cat   Livin' in a black neighborhood   He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard   You know he thinks that he's got it so good      And there's a woman in the kitchen   Cleanin' up evenin' slop   And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'   I can remember when you could stop a clock"      Oh, but ain't that America for you and me   Ain't that America somethin' to see baby   Ain't that America home of the free, yeah   Little pink houses for you and me   Oh yeah for you and me, oh      Well there's a young man in a T-shirt   Listenin' to a rock 'n' rollin' station   He's got a greasy hair, greasy smile   He says, "Lord this must be my destination"      'Cause they told me when I was younger   Said, "Boy you're gonna be President"   But just like everything else those old crazy dreams   Just kinda came and went      Oh, but ain't that America for you and me   Ain't that America somethin' to see baby   Ain't that America home of the free, yeah   Little pink houses for you and me   Oh built baby for you and me      Well there's people and more people   What do they know, know, know?   Go to work in some high rise   And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico, ooo yeah      And there's winners and there's losers   But they ain't no big deal   'Cause the simple man baby pays the thrills   The bills, the pills that kill      Oh, but ain't that America for you and me   Ain't that America somethin' to see baby   Ain't that America home of the free, yeah   Little pink houses for you and me, ooo   Ooo yeah      Ain't that America for you and me   Ain't that America hey with somethin' to see baby   Ain't that America oh, the home of the free, ooo yeah yeah yeah   Little pink houses made for you and me   Ooo yeah, ooo yeah