I’ve got no culture but Mcdonald’s and Coke.
If yours goes any deeper, well I’ll treat it like a joke.
Don’t know anything about foreign policy.
If there’s a problem I say, “Send the marines!”
Ugly American
I’m an Ugly American
You call me an Ugly American.
Proud to be an Ugly American.
Your Customs and traditions, well I think they’re f#cking wierd.
There’s nothing good about foreigners except for foreign beer.
I want to go vacation in a third world paradise.
Vomit on their beaches, I don’t care about their squalid lives.
Ugly American
I’m an Ugly American
You call me an Ugly American.
Proud to be an Ugly American.
Ugly American.
I’m an Ugly American.
You call me an Ugly American
Proud to be an Ugly American
Better speak my language or I won’t know what you’re saying.
Better do it my way ’cause I’m the one who’s paying.
I’m a trailer court elitist but I’ve got no class.
I’m from the United States of Kiss My Ass.
Ugly American
I’m and Ugly American
You call me an Ugly American.
Proud to be an Ugly American.
Ugly American.
I’m an Ugly American.
You call me an Ugly American
Proud to be an Ugly American
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Quincy Punx Lyrics – Ugly American