There's a black man, with a black cat, livin' in a black neighborhood He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard You know he thinks he's got it so good And there's a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evenin' slop And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when you could stop a clock."
Ah but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America somethin' to see baby Ain't that America home of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me oh yeah for you and me