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I was willed this front porch From my American kin We rode it over three counties On top of four old Coca-Cola cans I took two old soda cans I cut them in half Put them on my porch chair legs So my porch I will not scratch My American children ask Why we can't wear cans on our legs You're young, children No harm will come when you're American made "Father, do that thing you do" I put the soda within I shift the can halves, wobble my chair Then let the Coke drip down my chin The wet streams down my front It stains itself on my blouse I hear my children being silent Then as one, they let out a shout "It looks like America Letras de cancionesDid it fall out of your mouth?" I can feel my joke start to stick to my skin This stain's not coming out Now I take my soda And spit more on myself Let it land on my groin I call this the South It's South America Down between my thighs If you've ever been there Then you know that I do not lie They take their Hot Wheels And run it over my skin From Galveston to North Dakota My children run it under my chin They say we need more America There's no more state around So I take more soda, put it on my chin And let it fall, fall about Well I keep going I pour more sugar down my back I tell them it's Europe, Iceland, and Hong Kong I don't know no more than that Wherever there is Coke stains Consider that your car's land I got many more cola and plenty dry clothes Because I'm American We are American You are American They run their Hot Wheels Over my skin After I removed America My children say, "Do it again" I let the Coke drip down my chin I let the Coke drip down From Letras Mania