A pocket full of pennies
A hand full of freedom
Raspberry stained fingertips & strawberry flavored lipstick
Life in the 70s has never felt so handsome
A pocket full of poppies
A hand full of blood
Regurgitating misery worth the tragedy ton
This is what makes us U.S.A
This is what makes us Vintage Americana
We Raise our flags
& We down our colas
Wearing the colors
Of our ancestors Slaughter
Blessed they be under the flag of our father
We Raise our flags In celebration
God blessed they be, the resting dead
Who suffered for us – to become of Vintage Americana
We Raise our flags,
50, for our greater loss
The flag being the greatest we've gained
With the little humanity we've saved,
We Raise our flags of red, white, & blue,
Blow fireworks once a year,
& call it freedom
Everything looks better in black & white,
If we wear our 3 colors
Once a year
This is our Vintage Americana