Pink Houses

There's a Black man with a black cat

Livin' in a Black neighborhood

He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard

You know he thinks that he's got it so good

And there's a woman in the kitchen

Cleanin' up the evenin' slop

And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'

I can remember when you could stop a clock"

Oh, but ain't that America for you and me?

Ain't that America somethin' to see, baby?

Ain't that America home of the free, yeah?

Little pink houses for you and me

Oh, yeah, for you and me, aye!

Well, there's a young man in a T-shirt

Listenin' to a rock 'n' roll station

He's got greasy hair, greasy smile

He says, "Lord, this must be my destination"

'Cause they told me when I was younger

Sayin', "Boy, you're gon' be president"

But just like everything else, those old crazy dreams

Just kinda came and went

Oh, but ain't that America for you and me?

Ain't that America somethin' to see, baby?

Ain't that America home of the free, yeah?

Little pink houses for you and me

Oh, baby, for you and me

Well, there's people and more people

What do they know, know, know?

Go to work in some high rise

And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico, ooh, yeah

And there's winners, and there's losers

But they ain't no big deal

'Cause the simple man, baby, pays the thrills

The bills, the pills that kill

Oh, but ain't that America for you and me?

Ain't that America somethin' to see, baby?

Ain't that America, home of the free, yeah?

Little pink houses for you and me

Ooh, ooh, yeah

Ain't that America for you and me?

Ain't that America, hey, well somethin' to see, baby?

Ain't that America, oh, well the home of the free

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Little pink houses, baby, for you and me

Ooh, yeah

Ooh, yeah