Friday night boys and the PBR
Chasing Jack, getting wrecked
In small town bars
You’re a big city roller
In N-Y-C
A sharp dressed man
Just like ZZ
Holding right back in a leather jacket
I like riding bitch
Or sitting on the back
Pretty boys at the university
Watching them walk
In their Levi jeans
I can’t help but fall
God bless em all
American boys
Gotta love em, gotta need em
Gotta want em
They’re my drug of choice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
American boys
Wanna slay em, wanna lay em
Wanna play em
They’re my favourite toys
American, American boys
Metal head boys
In the back of a Camaro
Banging to Metallica
On the radio
We’re a lost cause
To a punk like you
We’ve got so many flavours
That I just can’t choose
They rock the world
Of this American girl
American boys
Gotta love em, gotta need em
Gotta want em
They’re my drug of choice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
American boys
Wanna slay em, wanna lay em
Wanna play em
They’re my favourite toys
American, American boys
[Solo]
I’ve been every where
And nothing compares
Ain’t nothing like em
Rock me like em, yeah
Now make a move
Do what you do
American boys
Gotta love em, gotta need em
Gotta want em
They’re my drug of choice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
American boys
Wanna slay em, wanna lay em
Wanna play em
They’re my favourite toys
American boys
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