So this guy comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colours of a royal flush And he's peeling off those dollar bills Slapping 'em down One hundred Two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes I can see those fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the valleys and the quiet city street We take the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls we hear the city groan Outside it's America Outside it's America
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And about time, too. He also may choose one of the following: dragon, suit of armour or a noble steed
One! Two! Three! Fourteen! ...Hello, hello (ola!)
You mean, uno, dose, tres, quatorze
So this guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping 'em down
One hundred
Two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the valleys and the quiet city street
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
Can anyone tell me what those lyrics mean?
We as Americans are ruining the world with our helping! :-) (I have no idea!)
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