Lyrics:
income tax
Americans are workin' from 9 to 5
Americans are livin' like troglodytes
Put your thoughts in think tank
Save em for the future
Tryn' to love ends quick, coup de grace
Den back to chasing Kama Sutra
Discombobulate American
it's misleading
But it's what Americans should be following i
Think my ideology is the most illiberal
And beautiful thing that was ever
Created some
The American dream is not a sprint
Or a marathon It's a relay
We must pass on the fruits of our labor
To the next generation
To provide them with
The American dream
I'm just trynna live
The American dream
American dream
I'm dreaming big
Call me Texas everything big
9 figure check
Do you know what's next
Hey you
Scared to come out of your house
You say you're All American
But you let them cover your mouth
Hey you
Scared to come out of your house
You
extra thick
They make me feel so patriotic
Man, American girls are something to see
I bet Thomas Jefferson would love be E T
This is a celebration
Kousevit'sky (8) in line
I'd reprimand the Dorsey Band
Right on the Stand
'Cause Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie
(9) of mine
I've golfed with Lee Trevino
Won
fellow Americans.
This is America's day. This is democracy's day. A day of history and hope, of renewal and resolve. Through a crucible for the ages,
You're Un-American You're Just Always Number Nine You're Un-American You're Just Always Number Nine I'm An American I'm Just Still Be Number One
American
I'm American
Seventy-nine cent to your dollar
All that bullshit from white-collars
You see my color before my vision
Sometimes I wonder if
American queen is the American dream
American queen is the American dream
She is a Polish girl in America
Tall, tan, hot blonde called Anya
I asked
on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag; take the pennies out the drawer
Lil' Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and American devils
on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer?
Lil' Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and the American
Rocket with the top down, whoa
Barrelin' down Highway 9
Pickin' up the same crowd, whoa
By the Pepsi sign
Baby, gun your gas
Paint your
girl
Shawty let me see something
American girl jamaican girl
I might pull up to ya bumper baby
The way you work it out drive me crazy
I'm on cloud 9
The only ones turning my head their wayy..
Are genuine made in the U.S.A
Chorus:
American Boys
Nothing else like 'em
American boys
Lovin' or fightin'
Yeah
The American dream
They keep telling us it's everything
I need to know what that mean, you know?
I got no other option
I got no other
I was the youngest of nine children in a pebble dashed and brown
Loud & over crowded, level entry two up, two down
My Father worked to feed his
So far this spring, fifty-nine American communities
Have been flattened by tornadoes
Nobody has helped
The Marshall Plan
The Truman Policy
Well this is life, this is Prime time
This is livin' in the U. S. A.
Well this is life, this is Prime Time
This is livin' the American way
I
Well this is life, this is Prime time
This is livin' in the U. S. A.
Well this is life, this is Prime Time
This is livin' the American way
I
I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine
I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time
I mean, look at me, look at the length of my hair
My
listerine
She looked crazy a-ight, and the whole nine
But this situation was one of a kind
Because I wanted her.. all to my own
So I called her on, my mickey
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