| You wanna see some high times | |
| Have a ball | |
| Lit up in flashing bright lights | |
| On the wall | |
| You never knew know fast rides | |
| Back where you came | |
| And you'll be on your way U.S.A. | |
| New York and west to L.A. | |
| Still got old hands to play | |
| And you know the roll of your dice would never change | |
| Miami, New Orleans | |
| Don't matter where you are | |
| But you dream | |
| And you're running away for somewhere U.S.A. | |
| Ride through the endless cities | |
| Look and stare | |
| You hear the same ol'bitchings | |
| Everywhere | |
| You never stop and listen | |
| To what they say | |
| You want it all the same U.S.A. | |
| High hopes and fantasy lies | |
| All on the other side | |
| But you know you still got your old dues to pay | |
| Seattle, Malibu beach | |
| Don't matter whare you are | |
| But you dream | |
| And you're running away for | |
| Somewhere U.S.A. | |
| U.S.A. | |
| But it's all the same | |
| U.S.A. | |
| U.S.A. | |
| New York and west to L.A. | |
| Still got old hands to play | |
| And you know the roll of your dice would never change | |
| Miami, New Orleans | |
| Don't matter where you are | |
| But you dream | |
| And you're running away for somewhere U.S.A. | |
| U.S.A. | |
| Keep on running | |
| U.S.A. | |
| Keep on running | |
| U.S.A. | |
| Oh・・・・・・ |
| You wanna see some high times | |
| Have a ball | |
| Lit up in flashing bright lights | |
| On the wall | |
| You never knew know fast rides | |
| Back where you came | |
| And you' ll be on your way U. S. A. | |
| New York and west to L. A. | |
| Still got old hands to play | |
| And you know the roll of your dice would never change | |
| Miami, New Orleans | |
| Don' t matter where you are | |
| But you dream | |
| And you' re running away for somewhere U. S. A. | |
| Ride through the endless cities | |
| Look and stare | |
| You hear the same ol' bitchings | |
| Everywhere | |
| You never stop and listen | |
| To what they say | |
| You want it all the same U. S. A. | |
| High hopes and fantasy lies | |
| All on the other side | |
| But you know you still got your old dues to pay | |
| Seattle, Malibu beach | |
| Don' t matter whare you are | |
| But you dream | |
| And you' re running away for | |
| Somewhere U. S. A. | |
| U. S. A. | |
| But it' s all the same | |
| U. S. A. | |
| U. S. A. | |
| New York and west to L. A. | |
| Still got old hands to play | |
| And you know the roll of your dice would never change | |
| Miami, New Orleans | |
| Don' t matter where you are | |
| But you dream | |
| And you' re running away for somewhere U. S. A. | |
| U. S. A. | |
| Keep on running | |
| U. S. A. | |
| Keep on running | |
| U. S. A. | |
| Oh |
| You wanna see some high times | |
| Have a ball | |
| Lit up in flashing bright lights | |
| On the wall | |
| You never knew know fast rides | |
| Back where you came | |
| And you' ll be on your way U. S. A. | |
| New York and west to L. A. | |
| Still got old hands to play | |
| And you know the roll of your dice would never change | |
| Miami, New Orleans | |
| Don' t matter where you are | |
| But you dream | |
| And you' re running away for somewhere U. S. A. | |
| Ride through the endless cities | |
| Look and stare | |
| You hear the same ol' bitchings | |
| Everywhere | |
| You never stop and listen | |
| To what they say | |
| You want it all the same U. S. A. | |
| High hopes and fantasy lies | |
| All on the other side | |
| But you know you still got your old dues to pay | |
| Seattle, Malibu beach | |
| Don' t matter whare you are | |
| But you dream | |
| And you' re running away for | |
| Somewhere U. S. A. | |
| U. S. A. | |
| But it' s all the same | |
| U. S. A. | |
| U. S. A. | |
| New York and west to L. A. | |
| Still got old hands to play | |
| And you know the roll of your dice would never change | |
| Miami, New Orleans | |
| Don' t matter where you are | |
| But you dream | |
| And you' re running away for somewhere U. S. A. | |
| U. S. A. | |
| Keep on running | |
| U. S. A. | |
| Keep on running | |
| U. S. A. | |
| Oh |