Vogues - 'Till
Till the moon deserts the sky
Till the all the seas run dry
Till then I'll worship you

Till the tropic sun turns cold
Till this young world grows old
My darling, I'll adore you

Bree Sharp - America


Radios, TV shows,
Fill my holes with your goodies.
I sold my privacy,
So that I would always be pretty.
And I can tell you that
The best things are free,
With proof of purchase.

Aooohhh, America
Aooohhh, America
Aooohhh, America
Aaahhh

Pay no more,
attention to the things that you stand for.
Sit back, relax, enjoy the war
From your living room.
Holocaust and cable at a
Fraction of the cost, and
Just to make sure that you don't
Get lost, here's the Media,
Media, Media, Media, Media.

Aooohhh, America
Aooohhh, America
Aooohhh, America
Aaahhh

I embrace your legacy,
The models and the apathy.
I know the late night network
Commonwealth, is there
To help me, help myself.

All I know, is my lonely soul,
The remote control.

Aooohhh, America.
Aooohhh, America
Aooohhh, America.
Aaahhh

(Repeat till End)
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Glenn Miller - (I've Got A Gal In) Kalamazoo
Jukebox Saturday Night
Glenn Miller
Words by Albert Stillman, music by Paul McGrane.

As recorded by the Glenn Miller Orchestra on July 15th 1942 with Marion Hutton and the Modernaires.