American lyrics
by Frog
Yes, by God, I’m American
God is great, he’s hilarious
What the f*ck y’all staring at?
Tall, dark, bald and arrogant
Took the tram, the rain flew off the glass
Thought of you and paused to let it pass
Takes its things off, lays them on the grass
Oh yes
God bless the USA
I’m okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
Call the paramedics
Call a priest, call FedEx
I’m a beast, I’m pretty
f*ck with me, forget it
Supermarkets, lonely Clorox aisles
Counter girl, the phone, she never smiles
The fridge is buzzing like a child
Oh yes
God bless the USA
I’m okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
Cluck, cluck, pat yourself on butt
Young man, I’m the king of smut
Young man, come give me a cut
Young man, shh