We first moved to the USA all the way from CanadanDrove across the continent from Nova Scotia to PasadenanMy sister and me, and my mom and dadnFrom the cull to the sunny southnThere were palm trees growing and it was not snowingnAnd I never did shut my mouthnnWe drove on over to the courthouse in downtown Los AngelesnWe put our hands on a bible and we swore as a family that we were not communistsnWhen we drove away, I started to crynThey said, “What’s wrong son, are you sick?”nI said, “I don’t wanna be an American; I wanna be a Catholic”nnWe talked Hollywood, and baseball in the carnThe voice of Vin Scully; It would travel really far…nnI made my first communion in St Rita’s Catholic ChurchnThere was incense choking and a priest was smoking; was a choir up in the perchnMy face got red, and my stomach felt badnThey said, “if you’re gonna get sick, use a cup”nWell I thought by the time that it was my turn Jesus would be all eaten upnnWe talked Hollywood, and baseball in the carnThe voice of Ernie Harwell; It would travel really far…nnMy allergies were bad so we moved to the desert to a city called Palm SpringsnWe trick-or-treated at Liberace’s house; each finger had a diamond ringnWe met Elvis Presley in the middle of the summer; he hugged my sister for far too long…nWell, it felt kinda weird, but I woulda pimped her out just to hear him sing a songnnWe talked Hollywood, and baseball in the carnThe voice of Jack Buck; It would travel really far…nnNow, here I am, a grown up boy at home on the Fourth of JulynStaring out at the ocean and the fireworks in the skynI miss my friends who aren’t around; the ones who passed away…nWell, I’m feeling kind of grateful here on Independence DaynnWe talk Hollywood, and baseball in the carnThe voice of Jerry Coleman; It would travel really far…nnI get allergiesnAnd asthma in the yardnAnd no one ever told menGrowing up would be so hard…n