Pink Houses

There's a black man with a black cat
Livin' in a black neighborhood
He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard
You know he thinks that he's got it so good

And there's a woman in the kitchen
Cleanin' up the evenin' slop
And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin',
I can remember when you could stop a clock."

Oh but ain't that America for you and me
Ain't that America somethin' to see, baby
Ain't that America home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
Oh, baby, for you and me!