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The lyrics paint a stark picture of a transactional, morally compromised path to perceived success, framed by the "American dream." The narrator begins by detailing a brutal upbringing in Haiphong, where survival meant exploiting familial relationships and engaging in sex work, learning harsh lessons from both French and American influences. The shift from the "Frogs" to the "Yanks" after Dien Bien Phu ushers in an era of perceived opportunity, where "dollars pouring down like rain" transform desperate hustles into lucrative "business." The narrator sees this new environment as a place to "flex my muscles" among "big sharks," adopting the mantra that "They're selling what people need." The core tension lies in the narrator's embrace of a cynical, materialistic version of the American dream, one built on commodification and exploitation. The "dream" is described as "sweet as a new millionaire" and "pre-packed and ready-to-wear," suggesting an artificial, easily attainable, yet ultimately hollow promise. This dream is not about genuine fulfillment but about acquiring wealth and status through any means necessary, even if it involves selling "blondes there / That they can charge on a card." The narrator eagerly sheds their past, even resorting to racist slurs to distance themselves from their origins and aspire to a "four-starred" club in the States. The most striking craft element is the recurring motif of "smell" associated with the American dream. Initially, it's a tantalizing scent, "sweet as a new millionaire" and later "sweet as a suite in Bel-Air." However, this sweetness is juxtaposed with the narrator's own morally "sleazy" actions and the transactional nature of the dream itself, where everything, including people, is "for sale." The dream is ultimately depicted as a decadent, gluttonous indulgence, "fat, like a chocolate eclair / As I suck out the cream," highlighting its superficial and self-serving nature. These lyrics hit hard because they expose the dark underbelly of aspiration, suggesting that the American dream, for some, is not about upward mobility through hard work but a predatory pursuit of wealth and power. The narrator's chillingly pragmatic and amoral perspective, learned from harsh experiences, transforms the idealized dream into a commodity to be bought and sold. The final spoken-word interjections and the abrupt ending, with the narrator's desperate plea and subsequent cynical laughter, underscore the fleeting and perhaps illusory nature of this "dream."

Kevin Gray - Pop, Musicals

The American Dream

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[ENGINEER] My father was a tattoo artist in Haiphong But his designs on mother didn't last too long My mother sold her body, high on Betel nuts My job was bringing red-faced monsieurs to our huts Selling your mom is a wrench Perfume can cover a stench That's what I learned from the French Then it all changed with Dien Bien Phu The Frogs went home, who came? Guess who? Are you surprised we went insane With dollars pouring down like rain? Businessmen never rob banks I can sell shit and get thanks That's what I learned from the Yanks I'm fed up with small-time hustles I'm too good to waste my talent for greed I need room to flex my muscles In an ocean where the big sharks feed Make me Yankee, they're my family They're selling what people need What's that I smell in the air? The American dream Sweet as a new millionaire The American dream Pre-packed and ready-to-wear My American dream Fat, like a chocolate eclair As I suck out the cream Luck by the tail How can I fail? And best of all, it's for sale The American dream Greasy Chinks make life so sleazy In the States I'll have a club that's four-starred Men like me there have things easy I'll have a lawyer and a bodyguard To the johns there I'll sell blondes there That they can charge on a card What's that I smell in the air? The American dream Sweet as a suite in Bel-Air The American dream Girls can buy tits by the pair The American dream Bald people think they'll grow hair The American dream Call girls are lining Times Square The American dream Bums there have money to spare The American dream Cars that have bars take you there The American dream (Honk, honk) On stage each night: Fred Astaire The American dream Schlitz down the drain Pop the Champagne! It's time we all entertain My American dream! [ENGINEER, spoken] Girls! What else? What do you think, ladies? Boys! Come on! Come on! [ENSEMBLE & ENGINEER, spoken] Come everyone, come and share The American dream (Are you seeing this?) Name what you want and it's there The American dream Spend and have money to spare The American dream Live like you haven't a care The American dream What other place can compare? The American dream Come and get more than your share The American dream [ENGINEER] There I will crown Miss Chinatown All yours for ten percent down [ENGINEER & ENSEMBLE] The American dream! [ENGINEER, spoken] What, what's happening? Guys, where are you going? Talk to me It was just getting good! Shit Heh, heh, heh, mwah

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Writers: Claude-Michel Schönberg
Alain Boublil
Richard Maltby, Jr.

The American Dream

The American Dream

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