Pink Houses

There's a black man with black hair

Living in a black neighborhood

He's got interstate running through his front yard. You know, he thinks he's got it so good

And there's a woman in the kitchen

Clean up the evening slot

And he looks at her and says, "Hey, darlin', I can't remember you could stop a clock."

Oh, but ain't that America, you and me?

Ain't that America, something to see, baby?

Ain't that America, home of the free?

Yeah, little pink houses for you and me.

Oh, yeah, for you and me.

There's a young man in a t-shirt

Listenin' to a rock 'n' roll station

He's got crazy hair and a crazy smile

He says, "Lord, this must be my destination."

'Cause he told me when I was younger

said boy you're gonna be president and just like everything else those crazy

dreams kind of came and went. Oh but ain't that America for you and me. Ain't that

America something to see baby. Ain't that America home of the free. Yeah little pink

houses for you and me. I wanna build 'em, baby, for you and me.

Well, there's people and more people. What do they know, know, know?

Go work in some high-rise and vacation down in Goya.

And there's winners and there's losers

But they ain't no big deal

'Cause they're simple man, baby

Pays the thrills, the bills, the pills that kill

Oh, but ain't that America

You and me

Ain't that America

Something to see, baby

Ain't that America

Home of the free, yeah

Little pink houses for you and me

Ooh, yeah

Ain't that America, you and me

Ain't that America, hey, it's something to see, baby

Ain't that, oh, home of the free, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Little Pink Houses baby, for you and me, oh yeah, oh yeah