You're an anomaly that's a thing without a name you're worming it out of me
  and this worm you cannot change I want to drive you up the wall I want to
  treat you like a doll I want to write it out in blood I want an oriental rug on a
  star spangled night my love you can rest your head on my shoulder and by the
  dawn's early light my love I will defend your right to cry I want to be there at
  your trial I want a Love American Style cause I'm a former young american
  and I don't know if it's real or re-run there's something you ought to know
  before you think you understand I'm invisible and I've got a robot friend I want
  to tie you to a post I want to make you tea and toast I want to be there at your
  trial I want a love american style.