paroles de chanson Yankee Go Home - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Try
Jamaica
(I)
think
they′ll
take
you
Honolulu
How
do
you
do?
I'll
make
a
quick
stop
My
fair-lady
pill
pop
Before
catching
the
bus
to
good
lord
knows
where′s
what
(Catch
me)
Falling
out
of
line
I'm
calling
upon
North
Carolina
to
help
me
out
here
Salad
nicoise
Good
to
meet
you
Carcasonne
hon
Stands
next
to
no
one
The
rake
at
the
door
has
been
taking
a
tour
of
this
tar
(and)
feather
land
and
good
lord
knows
that
I
am
now
Falling
out
of
line
I'm
calling
upon
North
Carolina
to
help
me
out
again
Yankee
go
Yankee
go
home
The
gas
prices
are
getting
higher
As
the
rain
falls
upon
dry
land
Yankee
go
home
Senses
burn
man
When
the
deck-hand
Plays
a
flute
which
Reminds
me
of
you
oh
But
there′s
a
land
in
the
distance
That
might
have
some
patience
And
girls
who
are
singing
or
strangers
and
sailors
There
are
gunfights
There
are
neckties
A
little
history
A
little
sunlight
Alright
They
said
Yankee
go
Yankee
go
home
Yankee
go
Yankee
go
home
The
gas
prices
are
getting
higher
As
the
rain
falls
upon
dry
land
Yankee
go
Yankee
go
home
Papa
said
Papa
said
Pa
said
get
used
to
it
Pa
said
get
used
to
it
Pa
said
it
gets
so
goddamn
hard
but
I
get
used
to
it
Pa
said
get
used
to
it
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