(Carl L. Marsh/David Barratt)  a tiny piece of america   nearly blew my apart  driving on the wrong side   of my english heart  i found myself caught in mid-stream  i had a dream of a brand-new start  phone lines lie across the atlantic  i guess it's time to fly trans-romantic  are you lonesome baby usa?  i heard you cry 3,000 miles away  go west young man you said   and i was on my way  don't shoot-i love you baby usa  once upon a time my world   was an open book  the pages turned but i stayed put  now like a pilgrim on   plymouth sound  i'm america bound hand and foot  that's the pull of love's defection  a continental drift in my direction  a yellow cab from here to eternity  a fifty-floor building points   to all things heavenly  down the roots of high anxiety  there's just another story   from the naked city  don't shoot-i love you baby usa  don't shoot-i love you baby usa  don't shoot-i love you baby usa  don't shoot-i love you baby usa