Songs

American dream

(Sally Rivers & Alan Whittaker)

American Dream

Got the Midas touch, with a heart of gold
A perfect lover, with a face that won’t grow old
Time has passed you by, and you won’t be told
With a Colgate smile, and your diamond rings
An old man at the wheel where cash is king
Soft top red Ferrari as your play thing

Got yourself a new life in L.A.
Living out your dreams the American way

Got the perfect tan, with the fake blonde hair
She manicures her nails without a care
Manikins could catch you unawares
Well it’s a perfect fit, and a perfect weight
But Versace’s looking past her sell by date
Elegance and style on a silver plate

Got yourself a new life in L.A.
Living out your dreams the American way

I don’t care what you think, don’t care what you say
Here in the plastic sun-kissed bubble called L.A.
And the world moves on, we let you carry on, let you carry on. In vein
As you insulate yourself from all the pain out there
And fulfil your every whim, without a care

But you’re out of touch , and out of reach
A plastic coated tribute to Palm beach
Holding down the Breakers…ain’t life a bitch

Got yourself a new life in L.A.
Sands of time can’t touch you
Hide behind your shades
Got yourself a new life in L.A.