My grandmother came from Russia, A satchel on her knee; My grandfather had his father's cap He brought from Italy. They'd heard about a country Where life might let them win, They paid the fare to America And there they melted in.
Lovely Lady Liberty, With her book of recipes, And the finest one she's got Is the great American meltin' pot. The great American meltin' pot.
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You simply melt right in, It doesn't matter what your skin. It doesn't matter where you're from, Or your religion, You jump right in To the great American meltin' pot. Great American meltin' pot
Ooh what a stew, Red white and blue.
America was the new world, And Europe was the old. America was the land of hope, Or so the legend told. On steamboats by the millions, In search of honest pay, Those 19th-century immigrants sailed To reach the U.S.A.
Lovely Lady Liberty With her book of recipes And the finest one she's got Is the great American melting pot. The great Anerican melting pot.
What good ingredients: Liberty and immigrants.
They brought their countries' customs, Their language and their ways. They filled the factories, Tilled the soil, Helped build the U.S.A.
Go on and ask your Grandma, Hear what she has to tell, How great to be an American And something else as well.
Lovely Lady Liberty With her book of recipes And the finest one she's got Is the great American meltin' pot. The great American meltin' pot. The great American meltin' pot. The great American meltin' pot. The great American meltin' pot. The great American meltin' pot. The great American meltin' pot...
BODY MACHINE Music & Lyrics: Lynn Ahrens Sung by: Bob Dorough and Jack Sheldon Animation: Phil Kimmelman and Associates
When you look down the street What do you see? The street is overflowin' with a lot of machines. Now, I don't mean the buses, the trucks or cars I'm talkin' 'bout the people Yeah, you know who they are.
I'm a machine, you're a machine Everybody that you know, you know they are machines To keep your engine running, you need energy For your high-powered, revved-up body machine. Your high-powered, revved-up body machine.
Now I'd be a fool If I said that the fuel That we needed to burn was gasoline. 'Cause the fuel we use is the stuff called food And it puts out the power for our machine.
You make a stop at the filling station
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