American Man - Fein

I am an American man

Who likes to pretend

That I like guns in everyone’s hands

In both hands

Papa told me so

I am a perverted mess

Who needs to confess

That I have stayed with a couple of girls

Beautiful girls

Bible told me no

I am a generous guy

Every dollar that I earn

Helps the church I watch on TV

God’ll love me

Screen told me so

I’m just a good 'ol boy

End of day, I enjoy

An ice cold beer, or a dozen of them

I’m lost again

Daughter tells me no

Daddy, no

Mind your

Own business

I live this life the best I can

Mind me

I say it

Won’t do no good to shame the man

Mind your

Own business

I live this life the best I can

Mind me

I say it

Won’t do no good to shame him

I made a good ol' choice

Now it’s time to rejoice

And treat myself with the money I made, I’m getting laid

Wallet tells me so (ha ha ha ha)

I’m about to become

Some kind of a hunk

I got my reference photograph

No one will laugh

Post surgery, eee (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

I met a generous guy

Who likes to supply

A steady stream of lethargy

Medicate me

Now I’m feeling whole

I saw a cardboard sign

She wanted money for wine

And tried to sell me a handwritten book

I didn’t look

I told her no

Lady, no

Mind your

Own business

I live this life the best I can

Mind me

I say it

Won’t do no good to shame the man

Mind your

Own business

I live this life the best I can

Mind me

I say it

Won’t do no good to shame him

Mind your own business

I live this life the best I can

Mind me, I’ll say it

Won’t do no good to shame the man

Mind your own business

Mind your own business

Mind your own business

Mind your own business

Mind your own business

Mind your own business

Mind your own business

Mind your own business