Autumn's child is catchin' hell
For having been too naïve to tell
Property rights from chapel bells

There's nothing we can do
We could not get there in time
It's too late
She signed on the dotted line

Oh, shoot 'em up, cops and robbers
Oh, America
The manager smiled
He said, "We're gonna straighten this mess"

He had a picture of Spot
And Jane on his desk
So I signed his strange contract
With the transparent lines

There's nothing we can do
We could not get there in time
It's too late
She signed on the dotted line

Oh, shoot 'em up, cops and robbers
Oh, America America
The lawyers cried through the telephone rings
The doctors sighed, "She's imagining things"
When he came through the window
With those crazy eyes
Dick Tracy in disguise
He said, "you need a guiding hand
You're soft and you're fine
Sign here on the dotted line"

Oh, big deals, cops and robbers
Oh, America
I am your rose, American dreamer
Flyin' high and down through America, ooh

Ooh

Oh, American dreamer
Oh, America
Didn't you know, American dreamer
Flyin' high and down through America
America, America