He
left America in a rocket
On a mission to be triumphant
But when he landed he was stranded
On a planet ruled by our cousins
Who would not be convinced of his intelligence
They were blinded by their Monkey Religion
(And tradition, and superstition)
I guess in some ways it was a lot like home
His world was long-time gone
He was all alone
But before he was done
He rode off with a gun and a woman
American Man, Big American Man
He was a Big American Man
He was a righteous man, righteously sexy
He constructed cities, impressed kings and ladies
But he made enemies when he learned his identity
“Let my people go,” he said.
Yeah he led his people out of slavery
He took them to a mountain. He climbed up it
He came back down with the Pillars of Religion
(The Ten Commandments on granite tablets)
But what he saw was breaking the law
He crossed the wilderness
And made women jealous
Well after all that sand
Was the Promised Land
American Man, Big American Man
He was a Big American Man
Now he’s back in America leading the movement
If you shoot rockets then he’s your agent
Because they want to take your guns, the pinko city-slicking vegetarians
He’s the defender of the Rifle Religion
(He’s on a mission for the militias)
Don’t worry boys you can keep all your toys
Your firearms
Your movie stars
He was a movie star
What a movie star!
American Man, Big American Man
He was a Big American Man
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I've had this in draft for almost a year. It's time that I finally shared it with you. Be sure to download the MP3 -- that's where you'll find all the fun. Please do what you can to make this an underground sensation.
