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By the time |
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I was thirteen |
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I started taking shape. |
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At eighteen |
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I was so beautiful |
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That the strangers started to gape. |
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They said "Enter the ultimate contest If you're as gorgeous as you seem." |
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They said "Please, please, please Be our American dream." |
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But late that night beneath the grieving moon |
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There's a dazzling sight in my motel room |
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For a grunting judge with his bulging eyes |
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I give my all for his cherished prize. |
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Oh why, oh why? |
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I'm Miss America |
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Crying on |
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TV Silver clad in satin rags, |
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But everything's where it should be |
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Oh say can you see, ah say can you see. |
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After they showed me the game ball |
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They told me put on weight. |
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They told me |
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I'd be powerful |
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They told me |
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I'd be great. |
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And my Uncle |
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Sam he would coach me |
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His helmet on my head |
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And they said "Please, please please, please Please win and beat the spread." |
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But the new game plan that the owners had made |
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Meant that win or lose there would be a trade. |
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For the team's become a real gold mine |
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And the kid's sold off for the bottom line. |
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Oh why, oh why? |
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Mr. America |
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Sweating on |
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TV The winner's joy from the battered boy |
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For everything's where it should be |
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Oh say can you see, ah say can you see. |
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At last we've come together |
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Call it marriage or civil war. |
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If it brings us to battle, babe |
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It must be worth our fighting for. |
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Though today came up cloudy |
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There will be other days. "Ah, please, please, please, please What else is there to say?" |
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But in plywood spread |
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By a plastic stream |
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And in separate beds with a borrowed dream |
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And with questions wide and the silence deep |
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We take two pills so at last we'll sleep. |
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Oh why, oh why? |
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Mr. and Mrs. |
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America Our story's on |
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TV Can you hear canned laughter |
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For everything's where it should be |
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Oh say can you see, ah say can you see. |
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Well, my little boy he told me something |
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Just the other night. |
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He whispered it as |
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I kissed him |
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Before I turned out the light. |
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And of course he said it simple |
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As only children can |
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He said "Daddy, daddy, daddy, please I'm ready to dream again." |
