Lyrics

He's an American boy with his hair combed back He's gonna buy himself a nice new car He's gonna marry one of them pretty cookin' wives And die alone in a big old house Oh, he was an American boy He's gonna get a job that pays real well Go on vacation every year Have a fine young boy for the N.F.L All without having to shed a tear Oh, he was an American boy Yeah, the American boy is older now He's been shortened by the weight on his back He finally takes a look around to see There were a lot of other things that he could have been Oh, he was an American boy