I sing the American dollar
The long American green
It won't buy love or happiness
But it does have a certain sheen.
When I decided to travel
When I was only a teen
By luck I had a pocket full
Of good old American green.
At the border the guard got angry
When searching my bag he'd been
But he mellowed out with a happy smile
When I gave him American green.
The maitre-d'hotel offended
By my T-shirt and patchy blue jeans
But he showed me the best seat in the house
When I showed him American green.
The country I cross is starving
There's nothing to eat - not a bean
But I dine on steak and caviar
With a little American green.
The people there are struggling
With a dictator so mean
But I slide thru so easy and cool
On a cloud of American green.
Oh, I love the way contemplative
And night-life too's my scene
So I swing like a king or a hermit
With some help from American green.
Some think the Euro's the answer
On yen or pound they're keen
But from Hollywood to Timbuktoo
They love my American green.
Now I've been all over the place
And a hell of a lot I've seen
But I couldn't have got across the street
Without that American green.
So if you want to travel far
With a mind relaxed and serene
Just carry a backpack stuffed to the brim
With dear old American green.
