American Kids - My Girl Friday
I was born in the USA,
like my name was Springsteen.
I was always looking up,
to the looks of James Dean.
Here's to my friends
I've made back in my high school days.
And here's to the girls
I thought I loved along the way.
We grew up on rock-and-roll living life like
we'll never get old.
Driving down to the Mexican boarder.
We get drunk off a couple quarters.
Woah, woah, we're American Kids
Woah, woah growing up like this
Woah, woah not a thing to miss
Like Jack and Diane in the summertime
just American Kids.
Been a rebel on the run,
since I turned eighteen.
I got a pack of smokes tucked away in my Levi jeans.
Here's to the friends who've got it figured out,
at least they pretend.
And here's to the rest of us saying "What's my age again?"
We grew up on rock-and-roll,
living life like we'll never get old
Night drives to the state side boarder,
waking up in California.
Woah, woah we're American Kids
Woah, woah growing up like this
Woah, woah not a thing to miss,
like Jack and Diane in the summertime.
Just American Kids.
We grew up on rock-and-roll living life like
we'll never get old.
Grab your friends we got no worries,
going out in New York City.
Woah, Woah we're American Kids
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah we're American Kids
Woah, woah growing up like this
Woah, woah not a thing to miss,
like Jack and Diane in the summertime
Just American Kids
Like Jack and Diane in the summertime
Just American Kids
Just American Kids