Woahhhhh, woahhhhhhh!
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car.
Listen to the Beatles singing "Back in the USSR"!
Yeah, she's goin' around the world tonight, but she ain't leavin here:
She's just gonna meet her boyfriend down at the street fair.
It's a French kiss, Italian ice,
Spanish moss in the moonlight:
Just another American Saturday night.
There's a big toga party tonight down at Delta Chi,
They've got Canadian bacon on their pizza pie,
They've got a cooler full o' 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:
Just another American Saturday night.
You know, everywhere there's something, they're known for,
Although usually it washes up on our shores:
My great great great granddaddy stepped off o' that ship,
I bet, he never ever dreamed, we'd have all this.
You know, everywhere there's somethin', they're known for,
Although usually it washes up on our shores:
Little Italy, Chinatown sittin' there side by side,
"Live from New York, it's Saturday night!"
It's French kiss, Italian ice,
Spanish moss in the moonlight:
Just another American,
Just another American,
It's just another American Saturday night!