Flew in from Buenos Aires and feeling pleased
’cause I’d gone to bed last night.
Got a lay and then the bag dropped to her knees,
Man, it was a sensual bite.
I’m back in the US of A
I got lucky there for five days, joy!
Back in the US of A, damn!

Been away so long, but no one took my place;
I’d left—to where, no one’d known,
Leaving with no word because I’m a head case,
And I’d turned off my cell phone.
I’m back in the US of A
I got lucky there for five days, joy!
Back in the US,
Back in the US
Back in the US of A.

This Argentine girl really knocks me out;
I’d left Jenny behind.
The Pampas girl makes me scream, and shout.
In Georgia I land; a reporter has showed up there, me to find.
[groans conveying concomitant sense of ecstasy and revulsion]
I’m back in the US of A
But now I’m gonna have to pay. Oy!
Back in the US of A.

This reporter girl really sought me out;
The press I really mind.
This paper girl sees that I’m a lout--
They’re gorging on her story, and my outpouring shows I’m a swine.

She’d blown me while my chode peaked, mountin’ way down south. . .
Made me feel all dandy, warm.
I had heard the bandoneón’s shrieking out
While she’d coached in tango form.
I’m wack, and I have been away,
But now I’m gonna have to pay. Oy!
Wack. . .should resign any day.

I’m back,
I’m wack. . . .