[Verse 1] O Butte-iful for headframes tall Against the mining sky, For Berkeley Pit’s bright toxic lake Where geese should not stop by! America! America! The Richest Hill on Earth! You gave the world its copper wire And never got your worth! [Verse 2] O Butte-iful for pasties hot And Pork Chop John’s at noon, For Lady of the Rockies’ height Who glows beneath the moon! America! America! On Patrick’s Day we roar, When half the town is Irish and The other half is more! [Verse 3] O Butte-iful for winter’s bite At forty-two below, For Evel’s leaps on motorbikes, The bravest fool we know! America! America! Atop the Great Divide, Your streets are steep, your shafts are deep, And so’s your stubborn pride!
