Try Jamaica
(I) think they'll take you
Honolulu

How do you do?
I'll make a quick stop
My fair-lady pill pop

Before catching the bus to good lord knows where's what
(Catch me)
Falling out of line

I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here

Salad nicoise

Good to meet you
Carcasonne hon
Stands next to no one

The rake at the door has been taking a tour of this tar (and) feather land and good lord knows that I am now
Falling out of line
I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out again


Yankee go
Yankee go home

The gas prices are getting higher
As the rain falls upon dry land
Yankee go home


Senses burn man
When the deck-hand



Plays a flute which

Reminds me of you oh
But there's a land in the distance
That might have some patience

And girls who are singing or strangers and sailors
There are gunfights
There are neckties

A little history
A little sunlight
Alright


They said
Yankee go

Yankee go home
Yankee go
Yankee go home

The gas prices are getting higher
As the rain falls upon dry land
Yankee go

Yankee go home

papa said

Papa said
Pa said get used to it
Pa said get used to it

Pa said it gets so !@#$ hard but I get used to it
Pa said get used to it