Outside in New Orleans the heat was almost frightening
But my hotel room as usual was freezing and unkind
On TV they prosecute anyone who´s exciting

So I put on my overcoat and went down to find
In Revlon and Crimpelene they captured my heart
To the strain of a piano and a cocktail murderess
She was singing that "It´s Too Late", I agreed with that part
For two English girls who had changed their address

Now it seems we´ve been crying for years and for years
Now I don´t speak any English, just American without tears
Just American without tears

One had been a beauty queen and the other was her friend
They had known rogues and rascals and showbiz impresarios

While the boys were licking Hitler they had something to defend
>From men armed with chewing gum and fine nylon hose
By a bicycle factory as they sounded the siren
And returned into the dancehall she knew he was the one
Though he wasn´t tall or handsome she laughed when he told her
"I´m the Sheriff of Nottingham and this is Little John"

Now it seems we´ve been crying for years and for years
Now I don´t speak any English, just American without tears
Just American without tears

At a dock in Southampton full of tearful goodbyes
Newsreel commentators said "Cheerio, G.I. brides"
Soon they´ll be finding the cold facts and lies
New words for suspenders and young girls backsides

Now I´m in America and running from you
Like my grandfather before me walked the streets of New York
And I think of all the women I pretend mean more than you
When I open my mouth and I can´t seem to talk

Now it seems we´ve been crying for years and for years
Now I don´t speak any English just American without tears

Just American without tears