American Boy Ringtones

Я играю на балалайке- Это самый русский инструмент, Я мечтаю жить на Ямайке - На Ямайке балалаек нет. И нету счастья в личной жизни, Проходят зря мои года, Ну где ж ты, принц мой заграничный? Приходи поскорей, я жду тебя! American boy, American Joy, American boy for always time. American boy, уеду с тобой, Уеду с тобой, Москва - прощай! American boy! Уеду с тобой! American boy. Я простая русская девчонка, Заграницей с роду не была. Ты американистый мальчонка, Увози меня - и все дела! Я буду плакать и смеяться, Когда усядусь в Mersedes, И буду в роскоши купаться, Приезжай поскорей за мной - я здесь! American boy, American Joy, American boy for always time. American boy, уеду с тобой, Уеду с тобой, Москва - прощай! American boy, Уеду с тобой, American American American boy American boy American boy American boy, American Joy, American boy for always time. American boy, уеду с тобой, Уеду с тобой, Москва - прощай! American boy, Уеду с тобой, American boy, American Joy, American boy for always time. American boy, уеду с тобой, Уеду с тобой, Москва - прощай! American boy, Уеду с тобой, American boy, American American boy

She's an American beauty I'm an American psycho She's an American beauty I'm an American I'm an American American psycho Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm an American I'm an American I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho I think, I fell in love again Maybe I just took too much cough medicine I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet The best worst thing (oh-oh-oh oh) You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out And you can kill me, kill me or let God sort 'em out And you can kill me, kill me or (oh-oh oh-oh) She's an American beauty I'm an American psycho She's an American beauty I'm an American I'm an American American psycho Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm an American I'm an American I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm an American I'm an American I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho I wish I dreamt in the shape of your mouth But it's your thread count I really care about Stay up 'til the lights go out Stay up, stay up You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out And as we're drifting off to sleep All those dirty thoughts of me They were never yours to keep, keep (whoa-oh-oh) Altered boys, altered boys We're the things that love destroyed (I'm an American, I'm an American) You, me, us, them We're just resurrection men (I'm an American, I'm an American) Us, we were only there, to make you live again (I'm an American, I'm an American) Us, we were pity sex, nothing more and nothing less (I'm an American) She's an American beauty I'm an American psycho She's an American beauty I'm an American I'm an American American psycho Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm an American I'm an American I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho (oh-oh oh-oh-oh...) I'm an American I'm an American I'm an American psycho I'm an American I'm an American I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho

Gather 'round cats and I'll tell you a story 'Bout how to become an all-American Boy. Just buy you a guitar and put it in tune And you'll be a rockin and a rollin soon. Impressin the girls, hittin hot licks, and all that jazz. I bought me a guitar about a year ago and I Learned how to play it in a day or so. And all around town it was well understood That I was knocking 'em out like Johnny B. Goode. Hot licks, showing off, ah, number one. Well I practiced all day and up into the night, My papa's hair was a gettin kinda white. He didn't dig that, ah, rock and roll. He said, "You can stay boy, but that's gotta go." He's a square; just didn't dig me at all. So I packed my guitar, picks and all, bid farewell to my poor old pa. I split for Memphis where they say 'you all' And them swinging cats are a havin a ball. Yeah, they love me down there, guitar picks and all. I was rocking and bopping and getting all the breaks, And the girls all said that I had what it takes, When up steps a man with a big cigar. He said. "Come here, kid. I'm gonna make you a star." Put you on "Bandstand', buy you a cadillac. Sign here, kid." So I signed my name and became a star, having a ball with my guitar. Driving a big, long cadillac. And fighting the girls off'n my back. But they just keep a comin, screaming, they love it. So I picked my guitar with a great big grin And the money just kept on rollin in. And then one day my Uncle Sam said (thump, thump, thump) "here I am! Uncle Sam needs you, boy. Gonna cut your hair off, Gimme that guitar, Take this rifle. Yeahhhh