1, 2, 3, 4 They come from the cities and they come from the smaller towns And beat up cars with guitars and drummers going crack, boom, bam R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A.! R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A.! R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A.! Wagon in the U.S.A.! Said goodbye to the family, said goodbye to the friends With their pop dreams in their heads and very little money in their hands Some are black and some are white And they ain't too proud to sleep on your floor tonight Lying faith to Jesus, you know that they just might Wagon in the U.S.A.! Hey! Voices from nowhere and voices from the larger town Filled our head full of dreams and turned our world upside down There was Frankie Lyman, Bobby Fuller, Mitch Ryder They were rockin' Jackie Wilson, Shangri-La's young rascal They were rockin' Spotlight on Martha Reeves, but don't forget James Brown Wagon in the U.S.A.! Hey! R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A.! Hey! R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A.!