From the album Rarities
No one likes us; I don’t know why. We may not be perfect but heaven knows we try. But all around, even our old friends put us down. Let’s drop the big one and see what happens.
We give them money but are they grateful? No, they’re spiteful and they’re hateful. They don’t respect us so let’s surprise them. We’ll drop the big one and pulverize them.
Asia’s crowded and Europe’s too old, Africa’s far too hot and Canada’s too cold and South America stole our name. Let’s drop the big one there’ll be no one left to blame us. We’ll save Australia; don’t want to hurt no kangaroo. We’ll build an all-American amusement park there. They’ve got surfing, too.
Boom! goes London. Boom! Paris. More room for you and more room for me. And every city the whole world round will just be another American town. Oh, how peaceful it’ll be; we’ll set everybody free. You’ll have Japanese kimonos, there’ll be Italian shoes for me. They all hate us anyhow so let’s drop the big one now. Let’s drop the big one now.