Neon lights in the pouring rain - it's just another Saturday

Avoid the bomber boys comin' out the Indian - looking for a holiday

I left home on the 4th of July - in nineteen hundred and seventy five

I'm just a pirate with a patch over one eye

Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?



I spent fourteen years on the factory floor

I never took a day off sick

I was workin' away all day on the Centre Lathe

Tryin' to get it done quick

I was always in the red - never in the black

You make a little money 'n they take it all back

This ain't the way to spend the rest of my life

Wanna buy a drink for an American,

Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?



Englishmen don't commit suicide - they move to the USA

They got big back yards and Platinum cards

'N everyday's a holiday

Seedy little snobs - I don't wanna know 'em

I don't trust them fuckers as far as I can throw 'em

Cast your fate to the winds say I

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Don't ask me - sounded like a plan

Go west, go west, go west young man

I've had enough of that old school tie

Wanna buy a drink for an American

Do ya wanna buy a drink for an American (Spy)?

Do ya wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?