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