She puts her boots and bandana on She has a hanger and a rolling stoneShe likes her vegetables homegrown A lot like the boy waiting out in the truckShe'll take a heat like a Roosevelt Holds up her pants with a Bible beltShe cracks them up like a Liberty Bell A whole lot of tender and a little bit toughOoh, she's a little unusualOoh, she's unusualAmerican beautifulWell, he is a mutt with a pedigree Sinatra junkie in a pair of jeansHe pays his dues in the land of the free Says, why walk, baby, we were born to runOohOohHe's a little unusualOohHe's American beautifulYeah, yeahYeahYeahOohYeahYeahOohOohOohSaw that girl in a mirror onceWith a boy like that in a cloud of dustI think they look a lot like usCause we are, we are, we areOoh, we are a little unusualOoh, we are American beautifulOoh, we are a little unusualOoh, we are AmericanAmericanAmerican beautifulOhOohBye!Bye!Bye!Bye!Bye!Bye!