Lyrics:
to do her with a bungee strapped cooler
To my old John Deere,
Beer
I like it ice cold, I take it with a lime,
Canadian, Mexican, Heineken, American
me
I am
The American dream
I'm not selling out
I'm buying in
I will not be forgotten
This is my time to shine
I've got the scars to prove it
Only
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
ridin', pullin' up in Mercedes
Steppin' through flossin' campaignin' like the President
Straight to VIP, we all-American
Gangsters, hoes down baby
Here
I'm on a hate American style
Kick.
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(come on,
not blue-collar-white-corrective politics
I'm on a hate American style kick
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing
Here is a story of three young people
A girl and two boys
She's got American eyes
American eyes
They left school for fame and fortune
But she
The poor are left to help themselves
A capitalist's democracy
No one said that freedom's free
Lady liberty rots away
No truth, no justice
The American
themselves
A capitalist's democracy no one said that freedom's free lady liberty rots
Away no truth, no justice the American way
Don't look past your t.v.
line and you will die, die, the American way
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
So I woke up at the crack of dawn,
a lot going through my mind while I stretch
Cali Homie (Cali Homie)
Houston Texas Ohio Michigan Birmingham
Suspicious FEDs Talking Bout him Trafficking
Cause I'm African (African) American
I'm Miss American Dream since I was seventeen
Don't matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon' put pictures
in the Buick, so we don't know what we're doing
I play her how I see it, hoes, European
Brazilian and American and all they wanna say is
How you
they eatin' while we got no groceries
American dreams
Barely Americans really do dream
That couldn't leave heritage, we marry codeine
Start from
it shines when times get hard
You can't break an American heart
She's up before the sun, on the run
Another dollar another day another cup
Up here in the land of the hot dog stand
The atom bomb and the Good Humor Man
We think our South American neighbors are grand
We love 'em to beat
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
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly, killers in
Preachers sell god for money
Cause everything has a price
American milk and honey
I'll never be bitten twice
Bang bang you're dead
So come and join
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***
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
believe in the american dream.
We better all keep remembering this land now.
This land full of people been' gettin' their kicks lord, lord.
I think we all
"American Tune" is a Paul Simon song. The girls have been performing
It since at least 1985. A live version of it appears on the
(promo-only)
President want to keep us from establishment
Niggas are American baby
American Made
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