All our friends are down and out in America Nothing left to do in America Jumping up and down in America We're just hanging around in America Out of cash, got a rash, spies are picking through my trash Having fun, summer sun, wrong way round will never come It's 1996 in America We can't get our kicks in America All the bands sound like U2 in America Nothing left to do in America I confess it's a mess, chicks are looking up my address Having fun, summer sun, wrong way round will never come Will never come