Neon lights in the pouring rain — it’s just another Saturday
Avoid the bomber boys comin’ out the Indian — looking for a holiday
I left home on the 4th of July — in nineteen hundred and seventy five
I’m just a pirate with a patch over one eye
Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?
I spent fourteen years on the factory floor
I never took a day off sick
I was workin’ away all day on the Centre Lathe
Tryin’ to get it done quick
I was always in the red — never in the black
You make a little money ‘n they take it all back
This ain’t the way to spend the rest of my life
Wanna buy a drink for an American,
Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?
Englishmen don’t commit suicide — they move to the USA
They got big back yards and Platinum cards
‘N everyday’s a holiday
Seedy little snobs — I don’t wanna know ’em
I don’t trust them fuckers as far as I can throw ’em
Cast your fate to the winds say I
Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?
Don’t ask me — sounded like a plan
Go west, go west, go west young man
I’ve had enough of that old school tie
Wanna buy a drink for an American
Do ya wanna buy a drink for an American (Spy)?
Do ya wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?