American

Yes, by God, I'm American

God is great, he's hilarious

What the fuck 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

Fuck 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