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 (*##$
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