From Charlottesville down to Brooklyn
Have I seen my baby cry
From the injury-stricken Seattle to Tacoma
Down to my lady's cry

I'm back in the USA
I don't give a folk about how lucky I am, boy
I'm back in the USA
From Richmond to Virginia, girl
I'm back in the USA

The sun is always out, going to drive my car
Baby I'm going to be a star
Hey Jude, would you stop making me bad
Can't buy me love, I think I'm gonna cry

From Brooklyn, Sweden, down to Missouri
Have you seen the references
Down to Orlando down to uptown Brooklyn
Have I seen him bite himself

I'm back in the USA
Don't give a folk about who I am, Cynthia
I'm back in the USA
This Beatles song is just too much
I'm back in the US
Back, back in the US
Back in the USA

(Chorus):
Don't want to fly to Hoboken
I think I die in my bed
Don't even want to fly to Pittsburgh
Cos that's where the nigga is from

Oh what a racist word
Have I just said
Am I a Geordie or what
Bringing me back to virginia
Makes me want to speak kiwi

I'm back in the USA, baby
Don't know who Lennon is, boy
I'm back in the USA, girl
Don't want to listen to Revolver
I'm back in the USA