My father was a tattoo artist in Haiphong
But his designs on mother didn't last too long
My mother sold her body, high on Betel nuts
My job was bringing red-faced monsieurs to our huts
Selling your mom is a wrench
Perfume can cover a stench
That's what I learned from the French
Then it all changed with Dien Bien Phu
The frogs went home. Who came? Guess who?
Are you surprised we went insane
With dollars pouring down like rain?
Businessmen never rob banks
You can sell shit and get thanks
That's what I learned from the Yanks
I'm fed up with small-time hustles
I'm too good to waste my talent for greed
I need room to flex my muscles
In an ocean where the big sharks feed
Make me Yankee, they're my fam'ly
They're selling what people need
What's that I smell in the air
Sweet as a new millionaire
Fat, like a chocolate eclair
As you suck out the cream
Luck by the tail
How can you fail?
And best of all, it's for sale
Greasy chinks make life so sleazy
In the States I'll have a club that's four-starred
Men like me there have things easy
They have a lawyer and a body-guard
To the Johns there I'll sell blondes there
That they can charge on a card
What's that I smell in the air?
Sweet as a suite in Bel-air
Girls can buy tits by the pair
Bald people think they'll grow hair
Call girls are lining time square
Bums there have money to spare
Cars that have bars take you there
On stage each night: Fred Astaire
Shlitz down the drain!
Pop the Champagne!
It's time we all entertain
My American dream!
Come ev'ryone, come and share
Name what you want and it's there
Spend and have money to spare
Live like you haven't a care
What other place can compare
Come and get more than your share
There I will crown
All yours for ten percent down
The American dream!
Writer(s): Alain Boublil, Claude-michel Schonberg, Richard Maltby Jr.
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