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letra de i like america - noël coward

girls:
tell us, sailor
tell us, please
for we’re terribly keen to know
what it’s like to be fancy free
footloose on the rolling sea?
china girl chop-chop
g-y maltese
hot mommas from mexico-

harry:
if you’ll forgive a crude remark
and don’t resent a rude remark
i’ll let you into a secret-

girls:
well?

harry:
they’re all alike in the dark!

girls:
there must have been
some place you’ve seen
superior to the rest?

harry:
as a matter of fact
with political tact
i like america best

girls:

there’s a good time a-comin on de ole plantation
for a jolly jack tar
has just confessed
the he likes america best!

verse 1

harry:
i don’t care for china
j-pan’s far too small
i’ve rumbled the rio grande
i hate asia minor
i can’t bear bengal
and i shudder to think
of the awful stink
on the road to samarkand

harry:
i like america
i have played around
every slappy-happy hunting ground
but i find america-okay
i’ve been about a bit
but i must admit
that i didn’t know the half of it
till i hit the u.s.a
no likely l-ss
in boston, m-ss
from p-ssion will recoil
in dallas, tex
they talk of s-x
but only think of oil
new jersey dames
go up in flames
if someone mentions-bed
in chicago, illinois
any girl who meets a boy
giggles and shoots him dead!
but i like america
its society
offers infinite variety
and come what may
i shall return some day
to the good old u.s.a

verse 2

harry:
i’ve loathed every acre
from cannes to canton
i also deplore bombay
i’ve jeered at jamaica
and seen through ceylon
and exploded the myth
of those flying fith
on the road to mandalay

girls:
we’ll never mith
those blasted fith
on the road to mandalay

harry:
but i like america
i have traveled far
from northumberland to zanzibar
and i find america-okay
i’ve roamed the spanish main
eaten sugar-cane
but i never tasted cellophane
till i struck the u.s.a
all delegates
from southern states
are nervy and distraught
in new orleans
the wrought-iron screens
are dreadfully overwrought
beneath each tree
in tennessee
erotic books are read
and when alligators thud
through the mississippi mud
s-x rears its ugly head
but-i like america
every scr-p of it
all the sentimental cr-p of it
and come what may
give me a holiday
in the good old u.s.a

- noel coward

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