BACK IN THE U.S. OF A.

Flew in from My Daddy’s Beach, to the RNC
Didn't get to bed last night
Counting money the poor will never see
Man, I had a first class flight
I'm back in the U.S. of A.
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the U.S. of A!

Been away so long they hardly knew my face
Gee, it's good to be back home
Tipped them 20 dollars just to carry my case
Bernie, send my money home
I'm back in the U.S. of A.
You don't know how needy they are, boy
Back in the U.S.
Back in the U.S.
Back in the U.S. of A.

Well the tax loopholes really knock me out
They leave the rest behind
And Texas moguls make me sing and shout
Their flim-flam-doodles always on my my my my my my my my my mind

Well the hungry folks really knock me out
Make me leave my cares behind
Those starving kids make me sing and shout
That bread line always on my my my my my my my my my mind

Oh, let me share your billions
Brother, put them in my mouth
Take me to my accountant’s farm
Let me hear your lobbyists singing out
Come and keep my millions warm
I'm back in the U.S. of A.
Hey, you don't know how needy they are, boy
Back in the U.S. of A.
Just let me count my money
I'm back in the U.S. of A.
You don't know how greedy you are, boys
Back in the U.S.
Back in the U.S.
Back in the U.S. of A.