The first news was there’s Americans on the shoreMaybe maybe maybe now we’re all going to warMaybe maybe maybe they will be screaming out for moreMaybe maybe maybe they will be running for the doorGot the tickets and a dirty noseNo one wants to help but everybody knowsStart with babyshambles and your friends will come to blowsAnd babyshambled when you’re timid at the showsYou don’t need no oneYou don’t need no one who feels the same old wayOh it’s a shame, we were just getting comfyThe first news was there’s Americans on the shoreMaybe maybe maybe now we’re all going to warMaybe maybe maybe they will be screaming out for moreMaybe maybe maybe they will be running for the doorThe first news was there’s Americans on the shoreArabs on the beach, lovers on the floorMaybe maybe maybe we are all going to war