I Like America, Just As Everybody Else

She's A Hypnotist Collector; You Are A Walking Antique.

I'm Gonna Spare The Defeated. I'm Gonna Tame The Proud.

I Have Tried My Hand At Bribery, Blackmail, And Deceit. And I've Served Time For Everything, Cept Beggin On The Street.

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

There Are Those Who Worship Loneliness, I'm Not One Of Them In This Age Of Fiberglass I'm Searching For A Gem The Crystal Ball Up On The Wall Hasn't Shown Me Nothing Yet I've Paid The Price Of Solitude, But At Last I'm Out Of Debt