'Who says Americans have no sense of humour? I do'
As the USA is a gift to the world's satirists, The Beatles today rereleased their 'White Album' song 'Back In The USA':
'Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to sleep last night
On the way I kept an eye on my neighbours' bags
Man, I had a chicken shit flight
I'm back in the USA
You don't now how childish you are, folks
Back in the USA
Been away so long I almost grew up
Gee, it's sad to be back home
Terrorist alerts and a Pres talking pish
No wonder you are all alone
I'm back in the USA
You don't know how feeble you are, folks
Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USA
Well, the Texas girls really interbreed
They leave LA behind
And New York girls all have giant teeth
And Georgia's just a place where no-one has a mi-mi-mi-mind
I'm back in the USA
You don't now how controlled you are, folks
Back in the USA
Well, the Denver girls really interbreed
They leave their genes behind
And New York girls all have two squint eyes
And Georgia's just a place where cannon fodder are mi-mi-mi-mined
Show me round your brain cells in the far Deep South
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me see you married to your second cousin
Then go and die in Vietnam
I'm back in the USA
Hey! You don't know how inbred you are, folks
Back in the USA
Let me tell you, dummy
I'm back in the USA
No satire today
Back in the USA
Yeah!'
(Words by Paul McSarky, music by Jerry Lee Cousin-Wedder)
And this was followed by another rereleased Beatles' song from that album, 'Dear Prudence':
'Dear Prudence
Won't you run the USA?
Dear Prudence
Or stay in Hawaii
The sun is out, the sky is blue
A little child, could control you
Dear Prudence
Won't you run the USA?
Dear Prudence
Tell more Iraq lies
Dear Prudence
And pollute the skies
Israel is more, pow'rful than you
A little dump, they control you
Dear Prudence
Won't you open up your minds?
Don't look around, around around, around
Don't look around, around around, around
Don't look around
Dear Prudence
All you do is smile
Dear Prudence
Like a little child
The USA, has had its day
And now you all, must pay and pay
Dear Prudence
Not another smile
Dear Prudence
Won't you come out to play?
Dear Prudence
But with a helmet, how gay
You can't win sports, or even wars
Your Presidents, are ghastly bores
Dear Prudence
Why not stop war crimes today?'
(Words by Barack 'Let's Send US Troops To Defend British Oil' Obama; music by George ben-Washington)
