American Spy

Neon lights in the pouring rain; it's just another Saturday
Avoid the Bovver boys comin' out the Indian, looking for an affray
I left home on the 4th of July, in nineteen hundred and seventy-five
I'm just a pirate with a patch over one eye
Want to buy a drink for an American spy?

I spent fourteen years on the factory floor
I never took a day off sick
I was workin' away all day on the Center Lathe
Tryin' to get it done quick
I was always in the red, never in the black
You make a little money, and they take it all back
This ain't the way to spend the rest of my life
Want to buy a drink for an American?
Want to buy a drink for an American spy?

Englishmen don't commit suicide - they move to the USA
They got big back yards and Platinum cards
And every day's a holiday
Seedy little snobs - I don't want to know 'em
I don't trust them fuckers as far as I can throw 'em
Cast your fate to the winds say I
Want to buy a drink for an American spy?

Don't ask me - sounded like a plan
Go west, go west, go west, young man
I've had enough of that old school tie
Want to buy a drink for an American?
Do ya want to buy a drink for an American (spy)?
Do ya want to buy a drink for an American spy?