What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

for the memoryOf things I can't forgetJourneys on a

You always looked a little out of placeAll grown up with

have been a roverI have walked aloneHiked a hundred highwaysNever

take a look and you'll seeThe way I have

Sue wants a barbecue, Sam wants to boil a hamGrace votes

In the still of the night as I gaze out of

Come to me, my melancholy babyCuddle up and don't be blueAll

Day in, day outThe same old voodoo follows me aboutThe same

Oh, by gosh, by gollyIt's time for mistletoe and hollyTasty pheasants,

story is much too sad to be toldBut practically everything

I find myself gazing at starsHearing guitars, like someone

got the horse right hereThe name is Paul RevereAnd here's

Spoken: Not now, Moose! I'll tell ya when!Here's a dance you

Come along and listen to the lullaby of BroadwayThe hip-hooray and

My left shoe's on my right footMy right shoe's on my

Be careful, it's my heartIt's not my watch you're holding, it's

What can I say to you, Bonita, what magic word would

Just for now, let's call it romance, just for now, let's

Ring out the old, ring in the newRing out the bells