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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Vocals
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Performer
Pete Thomas
Pete Thomas
Drums
Davey Faragher
Davey Faragher
Bass Guitar
Steve Nieve
Steve Nieve
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Producer
Joshua Smith
Joshua Smith
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
One, two, three, four
[Verse 1]
Somewhere downtown a pretty girl kneels
Offers her soft lips and a handful of pills
Peels off her dress and then the rest of her skills
It buys what she wants and the rest she just steals
He speaks between deep swallows of rum
While her head is beating like a big bass drum
And she wishes he were mute and not just dumb
When the trick asked her quick, "Did you come?
[Chorus]
It's a drag
Saluting that starry rag
I'd rather go blind
For speaking my mind
Or use it just like a gag
So raise it in anger
Just let it hang
American gangster time
[Verse 2]
He sits back and starts to invent
All about some Saigon correspondent
"'Til the carbine fell silent and spent
I never knew it could be so eloquent
Next week there'll be some fashionable new sin
For each harlot and each Puritan
Pull off their wings stick them on a pin
And just watch the money roll in
[Chorus]
It's a drag
Saluting that starry rag
I'd rather go blind
For speaking my mind
Or use it just like a gag
So raise it in anger
Just let it hang
American gangster time
[Verse 3]
What you got hidden up your sleeve?
The tracks of the train that were bidding you to leave
When they say that you should flatter to deceive
Don't count on any reprieve
The hands of the helpless are raised
Your dead little secrets are praised
The people stand dumbstruck and dazed
By the inches that you have erased
[Chorus]
It's a drag
Saluting that starry rag
I'd rather go blind
For speaking my mind
Or use it just like a gag
So raise it in anger
Just let it hang
American gangster time
[Outro]
Here we go
Bye bye
American gangster time
Written by: Elvis Costello
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