(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