Miss America, on that silver screen; shines like some old dream
So far life's been in kind, but you've been wasting time-- has that flown through your mind?
And I've been staring at you darling, sitting back and wondering what the hell you're gonna do
When all the force has run the gamut, and you sit back and dammit
Now it's up to you!
Yes you who eat your dinner with the TV on, and who smile thinking everybody else is wrong
Yes you who drink your coffee with the curtains drawn
Yet still it's you that we're all counting on
Miss America, gal you know the drill; could you just stand still?
Doc says this won't hurt, so close your eyes and learn about how all this works
For I've been staring at you darling, sitting back and wondering how the hell you got this far
On loans as tall as New York City; skyscrapers look so pretty til you're jumping off
As one who don't read nothing but the bold faced lines
And whose prophets may as well be reading coffee grinds
Got all that ammunition just to blow your mind
Oh Miss America they've fed you lies
Darling don't be shy, it's alright to cry, you gon' be just fine
Papers they don't burn, and your voice will be heard no matter how it's earned
And I've been staring at you darling, sitting back and wondering what the hell you're gonna do
When all that force has fun the gamut and you sit back and dammit now it's up to you
Yes you with all your jewelry and your high heels on
Think your looks are gonna last until the kingdom come
And who won't apologize because she's too far gone
Dear still it's you that we're all counting on
Yes you who's always dressing up in preachers clothes
With your index finger wagging with the wind that blows
How could your heart be open if the door is closed?
And still it's you that we're all counting on