He'll pass gas at the table and laugh,
And then not even think it a gaff.
Cusses and spits and smokes cigarettes,
Not the least bit embarassed by half.

Table manners are truly a joke,
Shouldn't be allowed 'round gentle folk.
Tells dirty jokes in mixed company,
Never minds all the rules that he broke.

Yeah, his wardrobe is truly a mess,
Like it maybe was dark when he dressed.
Wears stripes with plaids, no problem with that,
Says, "Hey, who do I need to impress?"

He'll go out with a wide open fly,
There's soup stains on his only necktie.
Good for a fight each Saturday night,
He's the macho American guy.