American Boys

Friday night boys and their PBR Chasing Jack, getting wrecked in small town bars Big city roller in NYC You're a sharp-dressed man, just like Z.Z Harley riding biker in a leather jacket Like riding bitch You're sitting on the back Pretty boys at the university Watching them walk in their Levi jeans Yeah, yeah I can't help but fall Yeah, yeah 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 favorite toys American, American boys Metal-head boys in the back of a Camaro Banging to Metallica on the radio From an all-star stud to a punk like you We've got so many flavors that I just can't choose Yeah, yeah They rock the world Yeah, yeah 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 favorite toys American, American boys I've been everywhere And nothing compares (American boys) Ain't nothing like 'em Rock me like 'em (American boys) Come on, make your move Yeah, yeah 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 favorite toys American boys American boys Gotta love 'em, gotta need 'em Gotta want 'em, they're my favorite toys Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah American boys Wanna slay 'em, wanna lay 'em Wanna play 'em, they're my favorite toys American, American boys American boys