Alright. Hey, hey do you say? I from a place called the U.S. of A. Ho, ho what do you Hop in my car and go.
Well this is a for America, of the red, white, and blue. Land of Marilyn Monroe and Dean, pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline, And if you don't her fuck you.
Beloved by all from to Beijing, If the world were a we'd be homecoming king. Worshiped by France and by Vietnam, Afghanistan we're the bomb.
Oh, this is a for America, of the red, white, and blue. Land of Monroe and James Dean, Apple pie, baseball, and gasoline, SUVs, handguns, and US magazine, And if you don't her, fuck you.
Our rights record is something of note: We freed all our slaves and gave the vote. Everyone's forever, always, Unless one of them gays.
Oh, is a song for America, of the red, white, and blue. Land of Monroe and James Dean, Apple pie, baseball, and gasoline, SUVs, handguns, and US magazine, diets and fast food cuisine, And if you don't love her you.
To all nations, to those in turmoil, We'll help you kill despots, we'll you drill oil, And if you don't want our help, ok We're in anyway.
Oh, is a song for America, of the red, white, and blue. Land of Marilyn Monroe and Dean, Apple pie, baseball, and gasoline, SUVs, handguns, and US magazine, Low-carb diets and food cuisine, cocaine, Abu Ghraib, and nicotine, Swindling CEOs off clean, all hopped up on amphetamine, Nipples get NC-17, FEMA and levies and Hurr'cane George Bush's rolling war machine. I think in trouble, don't you?
It might seem I think our country's so great, But intolerance, bigotry, what I hate. Most are honest and decent and true, Peaceful, compassionate, through and through. That's what it to be red, white, and blue, And if you don't so fuck you, If you think so fuck you.