Prophecy
Political Science
Randy Newman, 1972
No one likes us
I don't know why
We may not be perfect
But heaven knows we try
But all around even our old friends put us down
Let's drop the big one and see what happens
We give them money
But are they grateful?
No they're spiteful
And they're hateful
They don't respect us, so let's surprise them
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them
Now Asia's crowded
And Europe's too old
Africa's far too hot
And Canada's too cold
And South America stole our name
Let's drop the big one, there'll be no one left to blame us
We'll save Australia,
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
We'll build an all-American amusement park there
They've got surfin', too!
Well, boom goes London,
And boom Paree
More room for you
And more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh, how peaceful it'll be.
We'll set everybody free!
You'll have Japanese kimonos, baby,
There'll be Italian shoes for me!
They all hate us anyhow,
So let's drop the big one now.
Let's drop the big one now.