Friday night boys and the PBR
Chasing Jack, getting wrecked
In small town bars
Youre 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 cant help but fall
God bless em all

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

Metal head boys
In the back of a Camaro
Banging to Metallica
On the radio
Were a lost cause
To a punk like you
Weve got so many flavours
That I just cant choose

They rock the world
Of this American girl

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

[Solo]

Ive been every where
And nothing compares
Aint 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
Theyre my drug of choice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
American boys
Wanna slay em, wanna lay em
Wanna play em
Theyre my favourite toys
American boys