New American Language

She said, «Love, love, love is everything.»
I said, «Ok, I guess, whatever.»
She said, «What does that mean?»
I said, «Nothin. It’s just good to have a backup plan.»
She said, «I guess that means you don’t got love.»
I said, «Maybe I love everyone.»
She said, «That's the same as lovin no one.»
I said, «Ok, I guess, whatever.»
And I have a dream of a New American Language
One with a little bit more Spanish
I have a dream of a new pop music
That tells the truth, with a good beat and some nice harmonies
I have a dream
I have a dream
Tourist towns are a drag sometimes
But in non-tourist towns you can get beat up
Just for lookin a little different
I guess the thing to do is just stay at home
Yeah, but sometimes I think the thing to do
Would be to get a place way out in Missouri
Put down as many months rent as you can part with
Tell everybody else you went to France
I said, «Remember that conversation we had about love?»
I said, «Well, I think that you were right.»
She said, «I don’t remember sayin nothin about love
It must have been a fantasy of the moment.»
I have a dream
I have a dream
I dream of joining the Mafia
And whether people like me is unimportant
I dream of your clock radio
Waking you up with my songs
I have a dream of a New American Language
I dream of new beginnings
I dream of saturation bombing
I dream mostly about love
I have a dream
I have a dream
I have a dream
I have a dream