I know he thinks about her when he plays guitar Singing, singing, singing Ooh la la, he breaks my heart American, 'merican, 'merican boy Know it's my American boy And ooh la la, my American boy And insecure 'bout all the things you say (say, say, say,

We don't always say what we mean My youth is the foundation of me So wake me up in the Spring From the city of the 915 Where all the girls are pretty And they're down for the hype All my boys are with me Going up for the night But who cares, who cares

I'm an American, I'm an American She's an American beauty I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out I'm an American psycho American Psycho (I'm an American, I'm an American) I think I fell in love again Maybe

In every town and every place There's a boy who's tryin' to take a chance and dance And find a way to run away with her heart In the back of an old Ford truck In the bar just lookin' for love In a pair of oh my blue eyes Let them fireworks start That

Do I have to change my name This type of modern life Am I gonna be a star Will it get me far Should I lose some weight And you know I'm satisfied I tried to be a boy Is it for me Is it for free

This will be the day that I die We started singing Bye bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye The day the music died I started singing

I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she

She's the center of his whole world. Since the day they got married, He'd been praying for a little baby boy. Someone he could take fishing, Throw the football and be his pride and joy. He could already see him holding that trophy, Taking his team to

Hey, hey what can I say I grew up in the heartland USA I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise I'm an all-American middle class white boy We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced I drove a hand-me-down

We are wild We are like young volcanoes Americana, exotica Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby? Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds Before it has begun We've already won When Rome's in ruin, We are the lions free of the Colosseums