The Ex-Americans

Somebody got accused of something
Somebody killed somebody’s name
The wedding bands are all booked solid
And the former independents sound the same
They moved the protest out from the seaside
Back from the Motor Inn
Who is gonna rock for the prisoners at the protest?
It’s the ex-Americans
Not the holy hour house band
Not The Stranglers or The Cramps
Not the gay holiday singers
But the Ex-Americans
Ex-Americans
Ex-Americans, oh yeah
Ex-Americans
Ex-Americans, oh yeah
At the pool side, I see her
Getting sun with her old man
Fueled by the sex of injustice
And wiggling to the beats of the Ex-Americans
Could I drink free to what you believe in
Or until I get myself a tan?
Who could love me so white and so loaded?
Miss Ex-American
Not Miss California
Not Miss Former Hometown Local Number One
Not Miss Junior City Thighs with those statutory eyes
But Miss Ex-American
Ex-American
Ex-American, oh yeah
Ex-American
Ex-American, oh yeah
They’re not Californian
But they love their sun
They’re not New York, New York, New York, New York
But they show what they shove
They’re not Hammond, Indiana
Or Waukegan, Illinois
They’re not Californian
They’re the ex-Americans
Ex-Americans
Ex-Americans, oh yeah
Ex-Americans
Ex-Americans, oh yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah