When I was young Coach called me the tiger I always had A knack with the danger Living in fear in the year of the tiger Living in fear in the year of the tiger Italian shoes Like these rubes know the difference Suitcase of cash In the back of my stick shift I had to be the best of the bourgeoisie And my kingdom for a cup of coffee Living in fear in the year of the tiger Living in fear in the year of the tiger Living in fear in the year of the tiger Living in fear in the year of the tiger Oh America, Can I owe you one? Oh America, Can I owe you one? Oh America Can I owe you one? Oh America Can I owe you one? Living in fear in the year of the tiger