Yeeeeee-haah
Weeeeelll,
I like my money in stacks and my girl on the grass
Hand on the wheel and a foot on the gas
Friday night and I'm feelin' alright
Think I'll get a little drunk and get into a fight
Call up the cops and they put me in jail
Call up the wife tryna get my bail
And a couple hours later I'll be walking the streets
In the land of the free
In the USA
We're doin' A-Ok
We're gonna pray this virus away
In the USA
Weeeeeelll,
I Like my corona's cold
And my sugar daddies old
And my pancakes full of lard
I like my trucks in the mud and getting fucked up
And being naked in the yard
I like my house beats gay and my big buffet
And my ribs with special sauce
And everybody's toking, second hand smoking,
And grandma's high on bath salts
In the USA
We're doin' A-Ok
We're gonna pray the virus away
In the USA
Well, I like my beer ice cold in the USA
And every now and then I get a little bit gay
Cruisin' down the street in my Chevrolet
Saying "everybody get the hell outta my way!"
I Like my music real loud and my underwear clean
And every now and then I get a little bit mean
Try to get joy from the little things
And I never turn down a plate of baked beans
In the USA
We're doin' A-Ok
We're gonna pray this virus away
In the USA
In the USA
We're doin' A-Ok
We're gonna pray this virus away
In the USA