American Saturday Night

She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car

Listening to the Beatles singing Back In The USSR

Yeah, she's going around the world tonight, but she ain't leaving here

She's just going to meet her boyfriend down at the street fair

And it's a French kiss, Italian ice

Spanish moss in the moonlight

Just another American Saturday night

There's a big toga party tonight down at Delta Chi

They got Canadian bacon on their pizza pie

They got a cooler full of cold Coronas and Amstel Light

It's like we're all living in a big ol' cup

Just fire up the blender, mix it all up

It's a French kiss, Italian ice

Margaritas in the moonlight

Just another American Saturday night

You know everywhere has something they're known for

Although usually it washes up on our shores

My great, great, great granddaddy stepped off of that ship

I bet he never ever dreamed we'd have all of this

You know everywhere has something they're known for

Although usually it washes up on our shores

Little Italy and Chinatown, sitting there side by side

Live from New York

It's Saturday night

And it's a French kiss, Italian ice

Spanish moss in the moonlight

Just another American

I'm just another American, and it's

Just another American Saturday night