You wait in by the telephone for the beautiful Argentinean girl to callnBut it's been a week nownAnd you're sick of drink and waking up to headaches and financial embarrassmentnBut it keeps on happeningnAnd your paint gun's lying empty there are pristine walls in galleries that you just can't facenNot today anywaynAnd the President says you're an influence on kids in the street but you don't know what he meansnYou didn't vote for him anywaynnAnd the stars and stripes will shinenAll across the land tonightnAnd your name will be up high in brightly coloured lightsnAnd the stars and stripes will shinenAll across the land tonightnAnd your name will be up high in brightly coloured lightsnnAnd the tabloid press still phone you up for interviews about your work, but you turn them downnYou've got nothing to say to themnAnother girl, another work of art, another bright red wall, another panic attack and who knowsnWhere it will all endnnAnd the stars and stripes will shine for you tonightnAll across the USA your name will be in lightsnAnd you don't know anything that you want morenBut you don't know anything you want anymorenAnd you are a man againnYou are a man again