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 the evenin' slop   And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when   you could stop a clock."      CHORUS:   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   Little pink houses for you and me   There's a young man in a t-shirt   Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station   He's got greasy hair, greasy smile   He says, "Lord this must be my destination."   'Cause they told me when I was younger   "Boy you're gonna be president."   But just like everything else those old crazy dreams   Just kinda came and went      :|| CHORUS      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   Ooh yeah   And ther's winners and there's losers   But they ain't no big deal   'Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills,   the pills that kill      :|| CHORUS