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

Holding right back in a leather jacket
I like riding bitch
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 drug 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
We´re a lost cause
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 drug 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 nothing compares
Ain´t nothing like em
Rock me like em, yeah

Now make a move
Do what you do

American boys
Gotta love em, gotta need em
Gotta want em
They´re my drug of choice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
American boys
Wanna slay em, wanna lay em
Wanna play em
They´re my favourite toys
American boys