American Saturday Night Lyrics

Songwriters: Gorley, Ashley; Lovelace, John; Paisley, Brad;

(Whoa oh oh oh)
(Whoa oh oh oh)

She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car
Listenin' to the Beatles singin' "Back in the USSR"
Yeah, she's goin' around the world tonight, but she ain't leavin' here
She's just goin' to meet her boyfriend down at the street fair

And it's a French kiss, Italian ice
Spanish moss in the moonlight
(Whoa oh oh oh)
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 livin' 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
(Whoa oh oh oh)
Just another American Saturday night

You know everywhere has somethin' 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 this

You know everywhere has somethin' they're known for
Although usually it washes up on our shores
Little Italy and Chinatown sittin' there side by side
Live from New York
(It's Saturday Night!)

It's a French kiss, Italian ice
Spanish moss in the moonlight
(Whoa oh oh oh)
Just another American, I'm just another American
And it's just another American Saturday night

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