Lyrics:

Friday night boys and the P-B-R
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

Harley ridin biker
In a leather jacket
I like riding bitch
Or sittin 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, god I need 'em
God, I'm one of '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

Metal head boys
In the back of a Camaro
Banging to Metallica
On the radio
From an all-star slut
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, god I need 'em
God, I'm one of '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

-Solo-

I've been every where
And nothing compares
(American boys)
Ain't nothing like em
Rock me like em, yeah
(American boys)

Now make a move
Do what you do

American boys
Gotta love 'em, god I need 'em
God, I'm one of '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