He puts her boots and bandanna on
He has a hankering for Rolling Stones
He likes her vegetables home grown
A lot like the boy waiting out in the truck
(verse)
He'll take a hill like Roosevelt
Holds up her pants with a Bible belt
He cracks 'em up like a liberty bell
A whole lot of tender and a little bit tough
Ooh, ooh, ooh
He's a little unusual
Ooh, ooh, ooh
He's American beautiful
(verse)
Well, he is a mutt with a pedigree
Sinatra junkie in a pair of jeans
He pays his dues in the Land of the Free
Says, "Why walk baby, we were born to run"
Ooh, ooh, ooh
He's a little unusual
Ooh, ooh, ooh
He's American beautiful
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I saw that girl in a mirror once
With a boy like that in a cloud of dust
I think they look a lot like us
'Cause we are, we are, we are
Ooh, ooh, ooh
We are a little unusual
Ooh, ooh, ooh
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Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh
We are a little unusual
Ooh, ooh, ooh
We are American, American, American beautiful