Yankee Go Home Lyrics - Some Loud Thunder - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Try Jamaica 

(I) think they'll take you 

Honolulu 

How do you do? 

I'll make a quick stop 

My fair-lady pill pop 

Before catching the bus to good lord knows where's what 

(Catch me) 

Falling out of line 

I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here 

Salad nicoise 

Good to meet you 

Carcasonne hon 

Stands next to no one 

The rake at the door has been taking a tour of this tar (and) feather land and good lord knows that I am now 

Falling out of line 

I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out again 

Yankee go 

Yankee go home 

The gas prices are getting higher 

As the rain falls upon dry land 

Yankee go home 

Senses burn man 

When the deck-hand 

Plays a flute which 

Reminds me of you oh 

But there's a land in the distance 

That might have some patience 

And girls who are singing or strangers and sailors 

There are gunfights 

There are neckties 

A little history 

A little sunlight 

Alright 

They said 

Yankee go 

Yankee go home 

Yankee go 

Yankee go home 

The gas prices are getting higher 

As the rain falls upon dry land 

Yankee go 

Yankee go home 

papa said 

Papa said 

Pa said get used to it 

Pa said get used to it 

Pa said it gets so goddamn hard but I get used to it 

Pa said get used to it