Firesign Theatre
Firesign Theatre
Firesign Theatre
Firesign Theatre
Firesign Theatre
Firesign Theatre
Firesign Theatre
Spoken Word
I can tell by the pie on your tie
You're an American, well, so am I
Hi bub, How are you? How do ya do?
And while we’re on the subject...
And while we're on the subject..
And while we're on the subject
How’s the old wazoo?
I was born an American
I was raised an American
And I'll die an American
In America, with Armenians.
This land is made of mountains
This land is made of mud
This land has lots of everything
For me and Elmer Fudd
This land has lots of trousers
This land has lots of mausers
And pussycats to eat them
When the sun goes down
"And we took to them"
"And they took to us"
"And what do you think they took?"
Oil from Canada, gold from Mexico
Geese from the neighbors backyard
(Boom, boom)
Corn from the Indians
Tobacco from the Indians
Dakota from the Indians
New Jersey from the Indians
New Hampshire from the Indians
New England from the Indians
New Deli from the Indians!
"Indonesia for there Indonesians!"
"Uh, Mr. policeman - what makes America great?"
It's candied apples and ponies with dapples
You can ride all day
It's girls with pimples and cripples with dimples
That just won't go away.
It's spics and tops and niggers and likes
With noses as long as your arm
It's nicks and chinks and gooks and geeks
And honkies (Honk! Honk!)
Who never left the farm
Yankee Doodle came to terms
Writing Martin Buber
Stuck a Führer in our back
And called it Shicklgruber
You gotta jump down (Huh!)
Spin around (Huh!)
Pick a bale o' Dacron (Huh!)
You gotta jump down (Huh!)
Spin around (Huh!)
Pick some Nylon, too
(Whipcrack) Aggh!
"The Rough-As-A-Cob March"
You ain’t got no friends on the left
You’re right!
You ain't got no friends on the right
You’re left!
Hound dog-One Two
Poontang - Tree Frog
Hound dog - poontang - coontown
I's white!
Hound dog - poontang - coontown
Hound dog - poontang - coontown