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Schoolhouse Rock — The Great Melting Pot

My grandmother came from Russia,
A satchel on her knee;
My grandfather had his father’s cap
He brought from Italy.
They’d heard about a country
Where life might let them win,
They paid the fare to America
And there they melted in.
Lovely Lady Liberty,
With her book of recipes,
And the finest one she’s got
Is the great American meltin’ pot.
The great American meltin’ pot.
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You simply melt right in,
It doesn’t matter what your skin.
It doesn’t matter where you’re from,
Or your religion,
You jump right in
To the great American meltin’ pot.
Great American meltin’ pot
Ooh what a stew,
Red white and blue.
America was the new world,
And Europe was the old.
America was the land of hope,
Or so the legend told.
On steamboats by the millions,
In search of honest pay,
Those 19th-century immigrants sailed
To reach the U.S.A.
Lovely Lady Liberty
With her book of recipes
And the finest one she’s got
Is the great American melting pot.
The great Anerican melting pot.
What good ingredients:
Liberty and immigrants.
They brought their countries’ customs,
Their language and their ways.
They filled the factories,
Tilled the soil,
Helped build the U.S.A.
Go on and ask your Grandma,
Hear what she has to tell,
How great to be an American
And something else as well.
Lovely Lady Liberty
With her book of recipes
And the finest one she’s got
Is the great American meltin’ pot.
The great American meltin’ pot.
The great American meltin’ pot.
The great American meltin’ pot.
The great American meltin’ pot.
The great American meltin’ pot.
The great American meltin’ pot…
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*** SCIENCE ROCK *** (1978)
BODY MACHINE
Music & Lyrics: Lynn Ahrens
Sung by: Bob Dorough and Jack Sheldon
Animation: Phil Kimmelman and Associates
When you look down the street
What do you see?
The street is overflowin’ with a lot of machines.
Now, I don’t mean the buses, the trucks or cars
I’m talkin’ ’bout the people
Yeah, you know who they are.
I’m a machine, you’re a machine
Everybody that you know, you know they are machines
To keep your engine running, you need energy
For your high-powered, revved-up body machine.
Your high-powered, revved-up body machine.
Now I’d be a fool
If I said that the fuel
That we needed to burn was gasoline.
‘Cause the fuel we use is the stuff called food
And it puts out the power for our machine.
You make a stop at the filling station

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