On the day we
lost the American Cup
and the glory slipped away,
I went for a walk in the city
to see what the man in
the street might say.
I found a likely looking chap
who agreed to talk with me.
He wore a beret,
some cold black shades,
and a Billy Go Go tee.
There's news from Newport, sirs,
as I give it to you straight.
Australia won the America's Cup,
we had too little too late.
The little guy turned the lamps on me,
all bloodshot red and blue.
You say we lost the America's Cup,
did we lose the saucer too?
He said, didn't I know we lost the cup?
I'll tell you one thing more
I didn't know we had the cup
What the damn thing's for?
For sailin' boats you put me on
And them Captain Andy hats
And they call that rub -a -dub
-dub a race
Hell, I can walk as fast as that
You say Australia won the cup
You tell me what it cost
The one thing you ain't told me, Jack
Is who it is that lost
Yeah, who are the souls who
lost the cup
and they had to let it go.
But the New York Yacht Club,
did you say,
please tell me it ain't so.
So the New York Yacht Club
blew the tin
and the flag at half -mast waves.
Jack, please excuse my lack of tears,
but some of them cats own slaves.
They got houses big as Rhode Island.
They got blood as blue as the sky.
And I hope they want it someday best
to kiss the cup goodbye.
We had the cup how long you say
132 years and now
Australia's won the cup
and filled it with foster beers
and now the Yacht Club dark and cold
and now it's draped in black
I hope it takes them twice as long
to get the damn thing back yeah
I feel for all them Yacht Club studs
is a little guy to me the sight of
That empty trophy case
must be a heavy sight to see
It must be hell to lose a cup