America, happy as a clam,
As tender as a chicken's heart,
Stop and drink your Bud.
America, where boy gets girl,
And heroes win,
The American Dream exists.
America, the Fat Lady sings for you,
Fresh as morning dew,
Break a leg
And don't tempt fate.
America, bite your tongue and,
At the end,
You'll live to see another day.
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