Friday night boys and the PBR
Chasing Jack, getting wrecked
In small town bars
You're a big city roller
In N-Y-sharp dressed man
Just like ZZ

Harley ridin' biker in a leather jacket
I like riding b*tch
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 [bad word] 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
From an all-star stud
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] (American boys)
Ain't nothing like em
Rock me like em, yeah
(American boys)

Now make a move
Do what you do

American boys
Gotta love em, gotta need em
Gotta want em
They're my [bad word] of choice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
American boys
Wanna slay em, wanna lay em
Wanna play em
They're my favourite toys
American boys