I gazed upon you from the bleachers |
| A creature so foreign to me |
| With the stars and the stripes wrapped around you |
| Well how could I know there was England below? |
| I gazed upon you and I wondered |
| Cheerleader with hair of red flame |
| But that was first glance - I saw only the dance |
| And the distance from New York to Yorkshire |
Truth's always stranger than fiction |
| And here it's especially true |
| Here in the home of Miss USA |
| What's a wide-eyed English boy going to do? |
I never knew much about baseball |
| But I was quick with the US cliché |
| The crowd gave a roar and I don't know what for |
| The Major League rules get me so confused |
Truth's always stranger than fiction |
| The cheerleader showed me around |
| You with the heart of the USA |
| And me with the spite of a small English town |
Central Park after dark, is safe these days |
| Depending on the game you play.. |
America. House of Blues |
| What do you know? |
| Gimme the news. |
America. Shock and awe. |
| Not any more. |
America I'm ready for you |
| Tell me what to do |
| Tell me what to do |
| Tell me what to do. |