All our friends are down and out in America
Nothing left to do in America
Jumping up and down in America
We're just hanging around in America
Out of cash, got a rash, spies are picking through my trash
Having fun, summer sun, wrong way round will never come
It's 1996 in America
We can't get our kicks in America
All the bands sound like U2 in America
Nothing left to do in America
I confess it's a mess, chicks are looking up my address
Having fun, summer sun, wrong way round will never come
Will never come