text: Yeah!
  I took a trip down to LAmerica
  To trade some beads for a pint of gold
  I took a trip down to LAmerica
  To trade some beads for a pint of gold
  LAmerica, LAmerica, LAmerica
  LAmerica, LAmerica, LAmerica
  Come on people, dont you look so down
  You know the rain mans coming to town
  Change the weather, change your luck
  And then hell teach you, how to, find yourself
  LAmerica
  Friendly strangers came to town
  All the people put them down
  But, the women, loved their ways
  Come again some other day
  Like the gentle rain
  Like the gentle rain
  That falls
  I took a trip down to LAmerica
  To trade some beads for a pint of gold
  I took a trip down to LAmerica
  To trade some beads for a pint of gold
  LAmerica, LAmerica, LAmerica
  LAmerica, LAmerica, LAmerica
  LAmerica