Well I'd like to tell you all about my dream, it's a place
Where strip malls abound and diversion's mere moments away

Where culture's defined by the
Ones least refined
And you'll be left behind
If you don't fit in
It's all distorted
In Americana my way

Well [bad word] you!
Well my dream [bad word] [bad word] 
My vision [bad word] [bad word] 

Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, that’s right away
I want it right now cause my generation don't like to wait

My future's determined by
Thieves, thugs, and vermin
It's quite an excursion
But it's okay
Everything's backwards
In Americana my way

Well [bad word] you!
Well my dream [bad word] [bad word] 
My vision [bad word] [bad word] 

I'm a product
Of my environment
So don't blame me, I just work here... 
But I wanna [bad word] you!

My rights are denied by
Those least qualified
Trading profit for pride
But it's okay
Everything's backwards
In Americana my way

My nightmare [bad word] [bad word] 
My nightmare [bad word] [bad word] 
Yeah, it's [bad word] [bad word] 

Music & lyrics: Dexter Holland