| American Spy |
| (Ian Hunter) Neon lights in the pouring rain - it's just another Saturday Avoid the bovver boys comin' out the Indian - looking for an affray I left home on the 4th of July - in nineteen hundred and seventy five I'm just a pirate with a patch over one eye Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy? I spent fourteen years on the factory floor I never took a day off sick I was workin' away all day on the Centre Lathe Tryin' to get it done quick I was always in the red - never in the black You make a little money 'n they take it all back This ain't the way to spend the rest of my life Wanna buy a drink for an American, Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy? Englishmen don't commit suicide - they move to the USA They got big back yards and Platinum cards 'N everyday's a holiday Seedy little snobs - I don't wanna know 'em I don't trust them fuckers as far as I can throw 'em Cast your fate to the winds say I Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy? Don't ask me - sounded like a plan Go west, go west, go west young man I've had enough of that old school tie Wanna buy a drink for an American Do ya wanna buy a drink for an American (Spy)? Do ya wanna buy a drink for an American Spy? |