Yes, by God, I'm American
God is great, he's hilarious
What the fuck y'all staring at?
Tall, dark, bald and arrogant

Took the tram, the rain flew off the glass
Thought of you and paused to let it pass
Takes its things off, lays them on the grass
Oh yes

God bless the USA
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay

Call the paramedics
Call a priest, call FedEx
I'm a beast, I'm pretty
Fuck with me, forget it

Supermarkets, lonely Clorox aisles
Counter girl, the phone, she never smiles
The fridge is buzzing like a child
Oh yes

God bless the USA
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
Cluck, cluck, pat yourself on butt
Young man, I'm the king of smut
Young man, come give me a cut
Young man, shh