No one likes us.
I don't know why.
We may not be perfect, We give them money,
But heaven knows we try. But are they grateful?
But all around, No, they're spiteful,
Even our old friends put us down. And they're hateful.
Let's drop the big one, They don't respect us,
And see what happens. So let's surprise them
We'll drop the big one,
And pulverize 'em.
Europe's too old,
Africa is far too hot, We'll save Australia.
And Canada's too cold. Don't wanna hurt no kangaroos.
And South America stole our name We'll build an All-American amusement
Let's drop the big one, park there--
There'll be no one left to blame us. They got surfin', too!
Boom! goes London,
And Boom! Paree.
More room for you, Oh, how peaceful it'll be!
And more room for me, We'll set everybody free!
And every city, You'll wear a Japanese kimono, babe;
The whole world round, There'll be Italian shoes for me!
Will just be another American town. They all hate us anyhow,
So, let's drop the big one now.
Let's drop the big one now!
- -- Randy Newman, "Drop the Big One"