Lyrics
Autumn's child is catchin' hell
For having been too naïve to tell
Property rights from chapel bells
There's nothing we can do, we could not get there in time
It's too late
She signed on the dotted line
Oh, shoot 'em up
Cops and robbers
Oh, America
The manager smiled
He said, we're gonna straighten this mess
He had a picture of Spot
And Jane on his desk
So I signed his strange contract
With the transparent lines
There's nothing we can do, we could not get there in time
It's too late
She signed on the dotted line
Oh, shoot 'em up
Cops and robbers
Oh, America, -merica
The lawyers cried
Through the telephone rings
The doctors sighed
She's imagining things
When he came through the window
With those crazy eyes
Dick Tracy in disguise
He said, you need a guiding hand
You're soft and you're fine
Sign here on the dotted line
Oh, big deals
Cops and robbers
Oh, America
I am your rose
American dreamer
Flyin' high and down through America
Ooh
Ooh
Oh, American dreamer
Oh, oh, America
Didn't you know, American dreamer?
Flyin' high and down through America, -merica, -merica, -merica, -merica
