Dear Uncle Sam, it's me again, I thought I'd drop a line,
To thank you for the presents, you keep sending all the time,
I really don't know where to start, but first just let me say,
That every day this country gets more like the USA.
And greetings from old Germany, the land you love so well,
I'm sitting in MacDonalds, and the hamburgers are swell,
I'm drinking coca cola til my teeth are turning blue,
And every time I taste it, well, it makes me think of you.
And greetings from old Germany, the land you love so well,
I'm sitting in MacDonalds, and the hamburgers are swell,
I'm drinking coca cola til my teeth are turning blue,
And every time I taste it, well, it makes me think of you.
All the money that you sent, it built me up again,
Your dollars bring me comfort, like a drug that eases pain,
You send so many super things, I can't believe it's true,
Like supermarkets, superman, from super-duper you.
And greetings from old Germany, the land you love so well,
I'm sitting in MacDonalds, and the hamburgers are swell,
I'm drinking coca cola til my teeth are turning blue,
And every time I taste it, well, it makes me think of you.
And thank you for the 'starfigters', we hear them everyday,
It's always nice to know that you are never far away,
Our children cried the first time, when they heard the awful noise,
But now they've got so used to them, they think they're just big toys.
And greetings from old Germany, the land you love so well,
I'm sitting in MacDonalds, and the hamburgers are swell,
I'm drinking coca cola til my teeth are turning blue,
And every time I taste it, well, it makes me think of you.
But Uncle Sam please listen, I've one more thing to say,
The latest present that you send, it fills me with dismay,
I think your little rockets are dangerous for the health,
Please keep them in the White House, and play with them yourself.
And greetings from old Germany, the land you love so well,
I'm sitting in MacDonalds, and the hamburgers are swell,
I'm drinking coca cola til my teeth are turning blue,
And every time I taste it, well, it makes me think of you.
To thank you for the presents, you keep sending all the time,
I really don't know where to start, but first just let me say,
That every day this country gets more like the USA.
And greetings from old Germany, the land you love so well,
I'm sitting in MacDonalds, and the hamburgers are swell,
I'm drinking coca cola til my teeth are turning blue,
And every time I taste it, well, it makes me think of you.
And greetings from old Germany, the land you love so well,
I'm sitting in MacDonalds, and the hamburgers are swell,
I'm drinking coca cola til my teeth are turning blue,
And every time I taste it, well, it makes me think of you.
All the money that you sent, it built me up again,
Your dollars bring me comfort, like a drug that eases pain,
You send so many super things, I can't believe it's true,
Like supermarkets, superman, from super-duper you.
And greetings from old Germany, the land you love so well,
I'm sitting in MacDonalds, and the hamburgers are swell,
I'm drinking coca cola til my teeth are turning blue,
And every time I taste it, well, it makes me think of you.
And thank you for the 'starfigters', we hear them everyday,
It's always nice to know that you are never far away,
Our children cried the first time, when they heard the awful noise,
But now they've got so used to them, they think they're just big toys.
And greetings from old Germany, the land you love so well,
I'm sitting in MacDonalds, and the hamburgers are swell,
I'm drinking coca cola til my teeth are turning blue,
And every time I taste it, well, it makes me think of you.
But Uncle Sam please listen, I've one more thing to say,
The latest present that you send, it fills me with dismay,
I think your little rockets are dangerous for the health,
Please keep them in the White House, and play with them yourself.
And greetings from old Germany, the land you love so well,
I'm sitting in MacDonalds, and the hamburgers are swell,
I'm drinking coca cola til my teeth are turning blue,
And every time I taste it, well, it makes me think of you.
Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/4/21 - 14:28
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Album “Unapproved Road”