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So we sailed out to a new shore Sick 'n' tired of our old floor Hardly made the boat Didn't know what to leave behind So we sold our last illusions For a brighter hope ahead And sailed away The reds are caught by claustrophobia The Krauts are coming to the USA Yodelling and shouting loud hurrah They stand on top of Sierra Nevada Couldn't make it at our home place Prophets, protestants and gun-ace Wish we'd bothered learning trade-rules Instead of tryin' to steal the queens' jewels Hardly made a dime didn't know where to cash in So we sought some fast decision Took a step into the boat And sailed away From Letras Mania