Lyrics:
Pin up girls at the roller derby
Take me down to Newark, New Jersey
American flags blue, blue streamers
Everybody's laughing the crowd is cheering
I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya"
American ghost dance
A new man who is with old ways
He walks the streets of life
But he's in chains
I'm alive he cried
I can feel the flame
Burning
listen to that whistle scream
It's that Pan American on her way to New Orleans
She leaves Cincinnati heading down that Dixon Line
When she passes
Are those that try to sheath it
Wide awake
Yes, I am the American man
Yes, I am the American man
Yes, I am the American man
Yes, I am
on planes with hope in their hands
Sometimes it feels like we're stuffed to the seams
But it's everyone's God given right to follow their dreams
My American
the Rhumba Boogie down the South American way
While Madame Lozonga was teachin' La Conga in her little cabana in old Havana
We were doing the charleston
the kid ain't afraid to get up and make a stand
Oh, no, no, no
For love or money, I get it any way I can
You know I will
I'm an all American boy
the life that I love
And when I count my blessings I thank god I was
An American child
An American child
'Cause dreams can grow wild
Born inside
We're Americans, Americans
We're Americans, Americans
We all speak American with a different tongue
We came from the old world, now we're living in
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
tonight.
We're an american band.
We're an american band.
We're coming to your town, we'll help you party it down.
We're an american band.
Four young
Welcome
(American Michael)
Say hello to
(American Michael)
Take a walk with
(American Michael)
Shout-out to
(American Michael)
We love
(American
American boys American joys
American boys American joys
American boys American joys
Powrócisz tu we snach
American boys American joys
To świat
Tak
American lady
Good old American child
American lady
Good old American child
I've been around every single town, London to Tokyo
I've seen
to the movies there
We could walk through Leicester square
What could be wetter than
An English girl, American man
London in the summertime
Call me now,
Well, a kiss or two never hurt anyone
American kids drive American cars
Making their way to American bars
American boys seek out American dreams
Like
Getting out of hand and
Now we're going to go there (Yeah)
Walk my way, Mrs All American
Say my name, no need to pretend
Don't be shy, Mrs All American
In a town in southernmost Sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor
In the year that fever took father away
They hastened for American shores
If your time had been nothing but money
I want out of this machine
It doesn't feel like freedom
This ain't my American dream
I want to live and die
When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar
You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart
And Opry music on a Saturday night
Brings
needed a big, old house with a million dollar view
But baby, since we fell in love, all I needed is you
Waking up (waking up) to my American dream
She's
Screw kid I got nothing to say
Quit bugging me, go away
High time you realized
I didn't come here to socialize
I'm sick, sick of this american
said, every one of you will never try to lend a hand
When the police men don't understand
Boys, all you boys, you think it's so American
Girls, all you
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