Kinks - Americana lyrics

America, the land of the free, the home of the brave That's what i thought before i toured there You see, i've got myself being seduced by the sheer americana of it all And i'd seen their images on television Of lee harvey oswald, john f. kennedy's a**a**ination And i thought "america is a violent place" And america is keen to trap you Like you had giant tentacles that wrapped themselves around you Until you couldn't move and you were trapped The land of the free, the home of the brave, guns and the wild west Hey big fat cowboy, wearing your big stetson Hey big fat cowboy, flashing your big six gun Hey big fat cowboy, singing country & western Hey big fat cowboy, is this the way that the west was won? yeah I found myself in the back of a big ford thunderbird With a slick-looking dude He looked like a punk from a b-movie, The sort of punk that would piss everybody off Until lee marvin put a bullet through his brain The punk looked over at me "kinks? what kind of a motherf**in' name is that?" Then he reached over and picked up the car telephone "hey kid, i've got elvis presley's phone number. I've got ann-margret's phone number. i've f**ed ann-margret!" I knew mick avory would be impressed with this, but i was not And then the punk looked over at me "i'll dial elvis presley" he dialed a number "hey, is that you elvis? i wanna speak to the colonel. Jump to it, you mother!" And then he looked over at me in a menacing way, Reached into the glove-compartment and took out a revolver He waved the six gun around, menacingly "you see kid, when i deal with people, they have to treat me right, Otherwise they contend with this! a gun! Have you ever seen a gun before?" I hadn't Then he waved it around, put it back in the glove-compartment "welcome to peoria, illinois, home of middle america, Ice-cream and apple pie, guns and the wild west" All american wise guy, why achieve that gleam in the sun Hamburger and a milkshake, all american dude Popcorn and a t-bone, hot dog with a big smile And a bad attitude, yeah yeah yeah Flying across america on a twa, flying to california To appear on television, performing our new record set me free The kinks were met by a union man with a contract to sign And the kinks didn't like signing contracts "hey, are you the kinks? sign this piece of paper guys! I want you to sign this union-document so you can appear on television" "no thanks mate, we don't wanna sign a contract" "you have to sign, otherwise you cannot appear" "we don't want to sign a piece of paper, alright!" "listen kid, you sign the piece of paper. You with your red hunting jackets and your yellow frilly shirts. Sign the piece of paper!" "do you wanna sign it?" he looked over at dave "watcha gonna do kid?" "f** off!" Which is a fairly reasonable thing to say in the circumstances, But not very wise, you see, the man was a union executive "alright. once i file my report on you guys You're never gonna work in america again. You're gonna find out just how powerful it is in america!" The land of ice-cream and apple pie, guns and the wild west Great american union rules with the fist, a smile and a gun Great american napalm lights up the sky like the sun Great american eagle swoops down from the sky up above And i remember the images of lee harvey oswald Appearing on tv saying he was a patsy A union man is a-framin' the kinks While i thought "this is the land of opportunity" But the cosa nostra are everywhere Land of ice-cream and apple pie Hey big fat cowboy, wearing that big six gun Hey big fat cowboy, singing country & western Hey big fat cowboy, moving that big six gun Hey big fat cowboy, is this the way that the west was won? Yeah yeah yeah And 6 weeks later robert and grenville and larry Were sitting in their office in carnaby street And the letter came from the american government It was from the american federation of musicians union "a band known as the kinks, The english beat group known as the kinks, Are banned from america. Their license to perform has been revoked indefinitely" Yeah, all the same f** off In the land of the ice-cream and apple pie, guns and the wild west