This Week Americans Songtext
von Carol Bruce

Last week the Germans
You can keep the Germans
Always cheap, the Germans
Even on a trip
Sweet, not the Germans
Sweat a lot, the Germans
Full of smiles, the Germans
Don′t expect a tip
But this week Americans
Open-armed Americans
I am charmed, Americans
Welcome, welcome, welcome
I love Americans
The pleasure is mine
Remember, no breakfast after half past nine
Next week the English
You should see the English
All that tea, the English
Thirsty, I suppose
Good eggs, the English


Rotten legs, the English
All those teeth, the English
Rows and rows and rows
But this week Americans
More than kind Americans
Much maligned Americans
Welcome, welcome, welcome
I love Americans
And my home is yours
I can't be responsible
So lock your doors
Then come Parisians
Full of food, Parisians
Always rude, Parisians
Everyone a sneak
Perfumed Parisians
Over groomed Parisians
Middle class Parisians
Far more cheek than chic
But this week Americans
Generous Americans
Never fuss Americans
Welcome, welcome, welcome
Thank you, Americans
For coming to stay
(Spoken)
Giovanna, cretina! Il formaggio è per questa sera
L′hanno già pagato! Portala via, stupida! Vattene!
(Sung)
How charming my guests are from the U.S.A
No alcoholic Swedes
No double-dealing Russians
No Spaniards with their beads
And their deafening discussions
No narcissistic Greeks
They're worse than the Italians
With overblown physiques
And St. Christopher medallions
No millionaire Brazilians
Who somehow never pay
I much prefer the millions from the U.S.A