Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American, artist - Macklemore. Album song The Unplanned Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.09.2009
Record label: Macklemore
Song language: English
American |
| How y’all doing there, folks? |
| My name is Aberdeen Washington |
| And I’m a proud American and a terrorist fighter |
| That’s right |
| Hey, get me another beer, bitch |
| Now when the day Bin Laden comes to town |
| I’m 'a drop a deuce wipe it up with his towel |
| Mow my lawn, sit on the couch, I’m 'a watch some football |
| I pray to the Lord the Cowboys win |
| And beat the hell out of them damn Redskins |
| Call up the boys, get drunk as shit |
| Goddamn right, I’m American |
| That’s right, I’m American |
| Got a picture of Reagan above my fire |
| Next to the deer I shot with my rifle |
| N.R.A. |
| Hell, yeah! |
| I support 'em |
| No pro-choice, no abortion |
| Mexicans? |
| Send 'em back over the border |
| Right on home to Samoa, wherever they come from |
| Taking our jobs, eating out hamburgers, taking our jobs |
| They’re taking our jobs, I see 'em in the fields I’m taking their head off |
| I hate my job and I hate my boss |
| But I love my country and I pray to God that the Cowboys win |
| Fuck yeah Romo |
| That the Cowboys win |
| That’s right, that’s right, that’s right, come on |
| Everybody just clap your hands |
| If you love our country, if you love our land |
| That’s right |
| And if you’re not clapping your hands |
| You’re a terrorist and you eat sand, sandwiches |
| The day Bin Laden comes to town |
| I’m 'a drop a deuce wipe my poop with his towel |
| Mow my lawn, sit on the couch, and I’m 'a watch some football |
| And I pray to the lord the Cowboys win |
| And beat the hell out of them damn Redskins |
| Call up the boys, get drunk as shit |
| Goddamn right, I’m American |
| I’m Ameri-fucking-can |
| Now John McCain and Sarah Palin |
| I know you lost out there and it was a tough one |
| But you’re still two mavericks in my book, don’t worry about it |
| Now listen Palin, I heard you like beer |
| Me too. |
| I don’t have a six pack |
| But I got a beer bong in my pants |
| What do you say we go get shit-faced in a helicopter and kill a moose |
| America, the chosen |
| Guns, explosions |
| McDonald’s, bowling |
| You don’t like it, we exploit ya |
| Pop a pill, get a boner |
| Hell, yeah! |
| Tony Romo |
| Man that guy’s so damn cute I want to sack his boner |
| And ride him brokeback all the way to Wyoming |
| No homo. |
| Psych |
| Hey I said no homo |
| Hey… fuck terrorists |
| I don’t mean like f—, I don’t want to fuck a terrorist |
| Guys, I’m kidding |
| I like Romo, I don’t like Bromo |
| I said, «Fuck terrorists,"not «I wanna fuck a terrorist.» |
| You wouldn’t, if you caught Bin Laden you wouldn’t give him one in the butt? |
| For America? |
| If ya said «No homo"right after ya did it? |
| It doesn’t count if it’s terrorists |
| Hey little Aberdeen, come in here |
| Yeah |
| Hey come sing the national family anthem, come on |
| USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, Hey, Hey |
| USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, Hey, Hey |
| That’s right, I’m an American citizen |
| Aberdeen Washington, this is my country |
| And just because Barack Obama won the presidential election |
| Does not mean that half the country doesn’t feel the same way I do |
| And I came to America |
| And I live in America |
| Come on |
| And I live in America |
| I do too, dad |
| Let me get 'em |
| And I live in America |
| And I live in Ameri |
| Shut up, little Aberdeen, shut the fuck up |
| My bad |
| Let me tell 'em |
| That’s right |
| I’m American |