I'm a Czechoslovakian boy.
My grandpa worked the coal mines.
for each day on higher ground
met new friends last night
and who was that crazy fella
from halfway around the world
and it's god bless my new york city
My Crestwood girl, my Farnell's bar
With sweet dreams of Austin, Texas
From the earthquakes in Japan
to the rattles of Northern Ireland,
well, it's your land and it's my land
and it is all the same to me.
And grandma's misty eyes,
they never talked a country
And they never talked much religion,
but oh those eyes could see
And it's God bless my Stockholm,
And, you'd love my Malmo friends
Floating in my Czechoslovakian hills
And it's God bless my old Stroke City
Sir Dilvers, Ross Trevor,
And it's God bless my New York City
is located at 53rd Street,
If you open that red door,
you'll see me there sitting in
and if I see you, I'll buy you a drink,
and you can buy me the next three.
Floatin' in my Czechoslovakian hair