The American Dream
- Jonathan Pryce (1989)You are listening to the song The American Dream by Jonathan Pryce, writer by Claude-Michel Schönberg;Alain Boublil;Richard Maltby in album Miss Saigon: Original London Cast Recording CD2. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
My father was a tattoo artist in Haiphong
But his designs on mother didn't last too long
My mother sold her body, high on Betel nuts
My job was bringing red-faced monsieurs to our huts
Selling your mom is a wrench
Perfume can cover a stench
That's what I learned from the French.
Then it all changed with Dien Bien Phu
The frogs went home. Who came? Guess who?
Are you surprised we went insane
With dollars pouring down like rain?
Businessmen never rob banks
You can sell shit and get thanks
That's what I learned from the Yanks.
I'm fed up with small-time hustles
I'm too good to waste my talent for greed
I need room to flex my muscles
In an ocean where the big sharks feed
Make me Yankee, they're my fam'ly
They're selling what people need.
What's that I smell in the air
The American dream
Sweet as a new millionaire
The American dream
Pre-packed, ready-to-wear
The American dream
Fat, like a chocolate eclair
As you suck out the cream.
Luck by the tail
How can you fail?
And best of all, it's for sale
The American dream.
Greasy chinks make life so sleazy
In the States i'll have a club that's four-starred
Men like me there have things easy
They have a lawyer and a body-guard
To the Johns there i'll sell blondes there
That they can charge on a card.
What's that I smell in the air?
The American dream
Sweet as a suite in Bel-air
The American dream
Girls can buy tits by the pair
The American dream
Bald people think they'll grow hair
The American dream.
Call girls are lining time square
The American dream
Bums there have money to spare
The American dream
Cars that have bars take you there
The American dream
On stage each night: Fred Astaire
The American dream.
Shlitz down the drain!
Pop the Champagne!
It's time we all entertain
My American dream!
Busboys can buy the hotel
The American dream
Wall Street is ready to sell
The American dream
Come make a life from thin air
The American dream
Come and get more than your share
The American dream.
There I will crown
Miss Chinatown
All yours for ten percent down
The American dream.
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