n the London rain the sun called "go west", 
The American loves the way you speak English 
And they watched you growing as their son for so long 
How they long to embrace you, tell you, `This is home'. 

Beloved foreigner this your America 
Wants you to stay forever 
Beloved foreigner this your America 
Wants you to stay forever 

As you look down on the New York skyline 
There's someone waiting for you among the crowd 
He wants to be just like you, he wants to be a friend to you, 

Reach inside, and just be part of you 
He saved the photographs, he read the magazines 
Making you part of the city 

Beloved foreigner someone to crucify 
Breaking the heart of the city. 

In the London rain the sun called "Go West" 
The Americans love to hear you speak English 
He took your autograph 
Spit out the magazine