Letras
I'm fed up with small-time hustles
I'm too good to waste my talent for greed
I need room to flex my muscles
In an ocean where the big sharks feed
Make me Yankee, they're my family
They're selling what people need
Hey, what's that I smell in the air?
The American dream, oh yes
Sweet as a new millionaire
The American dream
Pre-packed and ready-to-wear
The American dream
Ha, fat like a chocolate éclair
When you suck out the cream
Luck by the tail, hey, how can you fail?
And best of all, it's for sale
The American dream
Greasy drinks make life so sleazy
In the States, I'll build a club that's four-starred
Men like me there have things easy
They have a lawyer and a bodyguard
To the Johns there, I'll sell blondes there
That they can charge on a card
Hey, what's that I smell in the air?
The American dream
Sweet as a suite in Bel Air
The American dream
Girls can buy it in spite of hair
The American dream, ooh
Bald people think they'll grow hair
The American dream
Call girls aligning Times Square
The American dream
Bums there have money to spare
The American dream
Cars that have bars take you there
The American dream
Onstage each night, Fred Astaire
The American dream
Slits down the drain
Pop the champagne
It's time we all entertain
My American dream
Now let me tell you all about it now
Busboys can lie low, tell
The American dream, oh yes
Wall Street is ready to sell
The American dream
Come make a life from thin air
The American dream
Come and get more than your share
The American dream
There I will crown
Miss Chinatown
All yours for ten percent down
The American dream