Lyrics:
Down to the banana republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated americans, hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing,
Well, she was an American girl,
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinking there was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all it was a great
And this song means a lot to us
I hope you know this song
This is a song called American Jesus by Bad Religion
What?
Yeah
I don't need to be
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
(Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin') Yeah, what's up? (Yeah, what's up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Home of the brave, American dream, you know?
Because
AmeriCAN
We're fighting the good fight with all our might
Because
AmeriCAN
Land of the free paid by thee
Land of the free paid by thee
Land
you are, so why don't we start again
It was colder by the pond
So she wore a pair of my gloves
Then she flew me to milan
She calls me her american
You ought to get those kind of kisses patented
You'd make an awful lot of money
I'll get you covered by American Express
You won't go anywhere
American
Buy, buy, buy...
We'll stay up all night with the radio on
Sleep all day, keep your clothes still on
Whatever you do, be sure you by
And now, the all-american Jazz band goes into action for our all-American audience!
Vocal star Bille Holliday
Supported by Roy Eldridge leads
speech
Free speech
Got stolen by a pack of thieves
This American crisis
Keeps me wide awake at night
You're one of us
Or one of them
If you're
and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What
This radio station was named Kowalski
In honor of the last American hero to whom
Speed means freedom of the soul
The question is not when he's
This radio station was named kowalski,
In honour of the last american hero to whom
Speed means freedom of the soul.
The question is not when he's
the N.F.L.
All without having to shed a tear.
Oh, he was an American boy
Yeah, the American boy is older now
He's been shortened by the weight on his
Exploded on the water for everyone to see
And humiliate that American
Captain Kennedy
I saw him in Nassau in 1971
His strength was failing but he still
was she
Till a fine young American from the sea
To her garden came
They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind f***
the greatest star
I am by far, but no one knows it
Wait, they're gonna hear a voice
A silver flute, oh, oh, oh, oh
They'll cheer each toot
Yay, she's
Exploded on the water for everyone to see
And humiliate that American
Captain Kennedy
I saw him in Nassau in 1971
His strength was failing but he still
the greatest star
I am by far, but no one knows it
Wait, they're gonna hear a voice
A silver flute, oh, oh, oh, oh
They'll cheer each toot
Yay, she's
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
Looking on the English gals
Singing American soul
You came from Northern Street
But you bleached your teeth
When you were voted best south by southwest
Worked all his life in the rail yards
Summer heat, winter cold
He sits by the fire, this year he'll retire
He don't really feel all that old
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