Halestorm — American Boys lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "American Boys" by Halestorm.
Lyrics
Friday night boys and the PBR
Chasing Jack, getting wrecked in small town bars
A big city roller in NYC
You’re a sharp dressed man just like ZZ
Harley riding biker in a leather jacket
I like riding bitch or sitting on the back, yeah
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, now make a 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, American boys