The spittin' image of the Land of the Free, no doubt about it. Send us the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Well it's all right, it's all right
Cause we've done so well so long
Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong
I don't care what it looks like as long as the job gets done, if you want it
painted pink to make you feel better then so be it