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 here

 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
 That night have some patience
 And girls who are singing of strangers and sailors
 There are gunfights
 There are neckties
 little history
 little sunlight
 Alright

 Yankee go home

 Papa said
 Papa said
 Pa said get used to it
 Pa said get used to it
 Pa said it gets so [bad word] hard but I get used to it
 Pa said get used to it