American Spy - Ian Hunter

Neon lights in the pouring rain — it’s just another Saturday

Avoid the bomber boys comin' out the Indian — looking for a holiday

I left home on the 4th of July — in nineteen hundred and seventy five

I’m just a pirate with a patch over one eye

Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?

I spent fourteen years on the factory floor

I never took a day off sick

I was workin' away all day on the Centre Lathe

Tryin' to get it done quick

I was always in the red — never in the black

You make a little money 'n they take it all back

This ain’t the way to spend the rest of my life

Wanna buy a drink for an American,

Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?

Englishmen don’t commit suicide — they move to the USA

They got big back yards and Platinum cards

'N everyday’s a holiday

Seedy little snobs — I don’t wanna know 'em

I don’t trust them fuckers as far as I can throw 'em

Cast your fate to the winds say I

Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?

Don’t ask me — sounded like a plan

Go west, go west, go west young man

I’ve had enough of that old school tie

Wanna buy a drink for an American

Do ya wanna buy a drink for an American (Spy)?

Do ya wanna buy a drink for an American Spy?