December 1965 in Caracas
  When Arnie LaFlamme(?) took his piece of the pie
  When he packed up the casino chips, the IOU and the abacus
  And switched off the jukebox in a "A Fool Such as I"
  He was a leg man who was open to offers
  But he couldn't get her off his mind as he passed the tourist office
  and as he entertained himself singing just like Sammy Davis Junior
  He toyed with a trip to Miami
  
  For money like that
  he could have sweet talk in her ear
  Now they don't speak any English
  Just American without tears
  
  It was an idea that he dandled on his knee
  and nursed it like his coffee cup
  when he couldn't find any other way
  It always seemed to come to him
  while the day was dipping down
  and sun was like a light bulb
  being swallowed by a clown
  
  He took her for everything
  He took her for his only one
  He took her out of Coventry and over to Idaho
  But the war wound that he carried home
  wasn't really visible
  When the bullets were forgotton
  she lived dowdy, down, and miserable
  
  And she seemed to be crying for year after year
  and says, "You don't speak any English
  Just American between tears."
  
  "Arnie" she said to me, "Will you turn down the radio.
  You haven't slept a wink since we came to Havana
  When're you gonna get the strength to go over to Florida?
  All you ever listen to is 'The Voice of America'."
  
  It was the story of a young English poppet
  Who took up with a soldier boy
  And thought she would profit
  Just like me she found out what true love is about
  Anyway she's in New Orleans It would never work out
  
  Oh she seemed to be crying for year after year
  Now you don't speak any English
  Just American between tears
  Just American without tears
  
  For you seem to be crying for year after year
  Now you don't speak any English
  Just American without tears
  Just American without tears