Alright. Hey, hey what do you I come from a 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 Monroe and James Dean, pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline, And if you don't her fuck you.
Beloved by all from to Beijing, If the world a school we'd be homecoming king. Worshiped by France and by Vietnam, Afghanistan we're the bomb.
Oh, is a song for America, of the red, white, and blue. Land of Marilyn Monroe and Dean, pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline, SUVs, handguns, and US magazine, And if you don't love her, you.
Our human rights 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 Marilyn Monroe and Dean, pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline, SUVs, handguns, and US magazine, Low-carb 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, help you drill oil, And if you don't our help, that's ok coming in anyway.
Oh, is a song for America, of the red, white, and blue. Land of Monroe and James Dean, pie, baseball, and Shell 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 great war machine. I think we're in trouble, you?
It might I don't think our country's so great, But intolerance, bigotry, what I hate. Most folks are and decent and true, Peaceful, compassionate, good and through. That's it means to be red, white, and blue, And if you don't think so you, If you don't so fuck you.