Treasure Island

Allan James Saywell

(Australia / Christmas Island)

Back In The U.S.A

Flew into New York last night
I been banging Russian birds all night
Cant find any decent food in the doggy bags
Im' back in the U.S.A babe
Back in the good old U.S.A

Calafornia gals really knock me out
Memphis gals just wear me out
Un pack me rubbers from me case honey
You know i dont like missing out
Im' back in the U.S.A babe
Back in the U.S.A

Oil up me Supermarket trolley
And ill' be on my way
Cause im' back in the U.S.A babe
Back in the U.S.A

Well the Hollywood gals really knock me out
And the blokes just run away
Cause im' back in the U.S.A babe
Back in the good old U.S.A
And its' always been on my MI, MI, MI MINDDDDDDDDD

Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2012

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