Every U down in Uville liked Uville a lot
But the binch who lived far east of Uville did not
The Binch hated U.S the whole U.S way
Now don't ask me why,for nobody can say
It could be his turban was screwed on to tight
Or the sun from the desert had beaten to bright
But I think that the most reason of all
May have been that his heart was too small
But whatever the reason his heart or his turban
He stood facing Uville the part that was urban
They're doing their business he snarled from his perch
They're raising their families they're going to church
They're leading the world and there empire is thriving
I must keep the Ss and Us from surviving
Tomorrow he knew all the Us and the Ss
Would put on the pants their shirt and their dresses
They'd go to their offices,playgrounds and schools
And abide by their U and S values and rules
And then they'd do something he liked least of all
Every U down in Uville the tall and the small
Would stand all united each U and each S
And they'd sing Uville's anthem,;God Bless Us ,God Bless
All around their Twin Towers of Uville they'd stand
And their voices would drown out every sound in the land
I must stop that singing Binch said with a smirk
And he had an idea --an idea that might work
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers
They'll wake to disaster he snickered so sour
And how can they sing when they can't find a tower
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping
all set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping
Instead he heard something that started quite low
And it built up quite slow but it started to grow
And the Binch heard the most unperdictable thing
And he couldn't believe it they started to sing
He stared down at Uville not trusting his eyes
What he saw was a shocking disgusting surprise
Every U down in Uville the tall and the small
Was singing without any tower at all
He hadn't stopped Uville from singing It sung
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young
Those Twin Towers were standing called hope and called pride
And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope
For we still have inside That U-pride and U-hope
For America means a bit more than tall towers
It means more than wealth or political powers
It"s more than our enemies ever could guess
So God Bless America,Bless us God Bless