West Side Story: VII. America

Puerto Rico, my heart's devotion

Let it sink back in the ocean, ha-ha-ha

Always the hurricanes blowing

Always the population growing

And the money owing

And the sunlight streaming

And the natives steaming

I like the island Manhattan (I know you do)

Smoke on your pipe

And put that in

I like to be in America

Okay by me in America

Everything free in America

For a small fee in America

Buying on credit is so nice

One look at us and they charge twice

I have my own washing machine

What will you have not to keep clean?

Skyscrapers bloom in America

Cadillacs zoom in America

Industry boom in America

12 in a room in America

Lots of new housing with more space

Lots of doors slamming in our face

I'll get a terrace apartment

Better get rid of your accent

Life can be bright in America

If you can fight in America

Life is all right in America

If you're a white in America

Ha, ha, ha

La-la-la-la-la-la America

America

La-la-la-la-la-la America

America

Here you are free and you have pride

Long as you stay on your own side

Free to be anything you choose

Free to wait tables and shine shoes

Everywhere grime in America

Organized crime in America

Terrible time in America

You forget I'm in America

I think I'll go back to San Juan

I know a boat you can get on (bye, bye)

Everyone there will give big cheer (hey!)

Everyone there will have moved here (oh)