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