Over the Border (To America)

A man smokes and a dog stretches A woman works and a kid kvetches I'm ridin' on a road that stretches Over the border to America Over the border to America I got nothin' but lonesome time A backyard and a religious shrine There must be something better over there Over the border to America There's a lot of versions of the honest truth One for them and baby one for you One for the rich one for the poverty stricken One for the healthy and one for the sick and One for the tortured and one for the slave One they tell you when they put you in your grave One for the businessman with someone else's money One for the beggar with nothing in his belly We got one room to live in wife, child and man Not much bigger than an ice cream van Sometimes we walk a mile and stand and stare Over the border to America I stood and watched as the wall came down Heard the freedom bell begin to sound Watched the hammer as it hit the ground Saw the sickle spinning round and round Now don't make us out to be peons or fools We're into Zeppelin and Paula Abdul Now we're all gonna live in that cultural mecca Order everyone a triple decker We're gonna buy a thousand pair of nylons Come and live on Staten Island Oh Liberty let me walk in there Where law and justice are always fair There's only one place to get your share Over the border to America Over the border to America --- Over the Border (To America) - Graham Parker