Lyrics:
Strummin' on a '48 D-18,
American Beauty
Hot dogs, baseball, popcorn, football
a cheer for victory
NASCAR racecar number three
American beauty, American
Too many lawyers in football, baseballs gotta few
The pitcher got a million dollars and the quarterback he got two
Pitcher threw his arm away
down
American baseball bat!
Demolish the discotheque!
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned
Soon come, home run (wack!)
Locket out the park with a baseball bat
When I'm driving on the wrong side of the road
I feel like JFK you know
I
Too many lawyers in football
Baseball's got a few
The pitcher got a million dollars and
The quarterback he got two
The pitcher threw his arm away
an American girl
I'm just a girl, but I'm not an ordinary girl
I need an old Corvette with the top down
And a backseat for my friends
I need baseball
livin' that American dream
Where we grew up
On country music
Baseball diamonds
Findin' us a fishing hole
Them Sunday mornin' sermons, tailgate,
his grace on Thee
You have whipped the Filipino
Now you rule the Western Sea
Americans dream of gypsies, I have found
And gypsy knives and gypsy
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Vegas! Dollar! Fast Food!
Hot Dog! New York! Capitalism!
Yankee Doodle! American Dream!
Hi! How are you? Are you OK?
Freedom! God bless the USA!
Baseball
Hard ball hittin' with a baseball bat
Kick up your heels kid, leave 'em all flat
Kissin' your mama and missin' your dad
Home is, Home is
Hoping my
on Thee
You have whipped the Philipino
Now you rule the Western Sea
Americans dream of gypsies, I have found
Gypsy knives and gypsy thighs
That pound
they made a killer out of him,
That's what they did
He was on the baseball team, he was in the marching band
When he was ten years old he had
thing
Okay, all right, yeah man
Want to be American
Want to be American
He's in the land where
Anything can happen
Reach for the stars
Grab that
but I got bigger plans
You can be anything in the world today
Something like a preacher, a teacher
A baseball player
Those kind of things I just
baby's
Favorite thing
Okay,all right, yeah man
Want to be American
Want to be American
He's in the land where
Anything can happen
Reach for
don't give a shit.
Ooooooooooh.
Here come american fingers.
Here come american lips.
Jane fonda spreading her legs on my tv.
I watch her exercise
The driver was approaching
The American zone
The waving of hands
The tiniest train
They never dreamed
They'd never wake again
Voice of the Swarm
abball' o' rock'n'roll
Tu giochi a baseball
Ma e sorde p''e Camel
Chi te li da?
La borsetta di mammà
Tu vuo' fa' l'americano
Mericano, mericano
Ma
wanna be buried with a novel and a chariot (and a chariot)
I'm a bigger illusion than good marriages (marriages)
Or what it means to be American
Whoa
or just a casual observer, the nine-inning structure is a key part of what makes baseball such a beloved and enduring American pastime. Did you think that
overflow
In every ballpark from coast to coast
Get the bats warmed up
And the guitar started
Yeah sounds like, sounds like an American party
It's in our
Royalty Network
Johnny's in America
Low techs at the wheel
Nobody needs anyone
They don't even just pretend
Johnny's in America
I'm afraid of Americans
Oriole baseball on my mind
We like it here in Baltimore
there's so much love in Baltimore
working hand in hand
to make this place a better land in
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