No one likes us, I don’t know why.
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try.
And all around, even our old friends put us down.
Let’s drop the big one, and see what happens.
We give them money, but are they grateful?
No they’re spiteful and they’re hateful.
They don’t respect us, so let’s suprise ‘em.
Let’s drop the big one and pulverize ‘em.
Asia’s crowded, Europe’s too old.
Africa is far too hot, and Canada’s too cold.
South America stole our name. Let’s drop the big one,
there’ll be no one left to blame us.
But we’ll save Australia.
Don’t want to hurt no kangaroos.
We’ll build an all-American amusement park there.
They got surfin’ too.
Boom goes London!
More room for you and more room for me.
And every city the whole world round
will just be another American town!
Oh, how peaceful it’ll be! We’ll set everybody free!
You’ll wear a Japanese Kimono, babe. It’s Italian shoes for me!
They all hate us anyhow. So let’s drop the big one now.
Let’s drop the big one now.
– Political Science by Randy Newman. (From the 1972 album “Sail Away”)
1972! That song could have been written at any point between now and then. Now that’s prescient songwriting.