(to be sung to The Beach Boys' music from Pet Sounds)
Come on the Sloop John B
My America and me
Outside New York town we did roam
Grungin' all night
Got into a fight
I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go home
I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
First they put on the Grunge
and Tried to sweep me away
Called themselves a gangster and tried to hijack my mind
Let me go home
I wanna go home
This is the worst mental crisis I've ever lived in
So hoist up the John B sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go home
I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
That's America since 1992!
God loves you! Keep your head up! We'll get through this!
Sincerely,
David S. Annderson
P.S. America, No
(to the music of Caroline, No)
Where did your long hair go
Where is the America I used to know
How could you lose that happy glow
America, no
Who took that look away?
I remember how you used to say
You'd never cut your hair, but that's not true
America, no
Oh, America, you break my heart
I want to go and cry
It's so sad to watch a sweet thing die
Oh, America why?
(the dogs go away on the train)
But I will keep that America alive!
It lives in David S. Annderson!