From New York city to the Golden Gate

The Great Lakes to the Rio Grande

There's a hip new feeling

That we're awfully appealing

To the universal common man



So get in line

If you'd like to shake our hands



We're the ones

We're the popular Americans

Oooh yeah, back on the scene



We've come to pledge allegiance

At the altar of convenience

In our wide-leg baggy jeans

And we've pinned our passions

On the tale end of fashion

Now we're as sexy as our shaving cream



When in doubt

We consult our magazines



We're the ones

We're the popular Americans

Oooh yeah, back on the scene

Having fun

We're the popular Americans

Oooh yeah, bet you wish you were me

I bet you wish you were me, yeah

Don't you wish you were me, yeah

Baby, back on the scene



When you're so prestigious

It makes you half-religious

In a patriotic sort of way

Our money says we trust

But you know it's only just

A party slogan we were taught to say