Feck You Lyrics

Let me tell ya bout a place

A place I call home

I love the hot summer nights

Cruisin into town

A place to live it up

A place to throw down

Damn I love this town

Glory to the stars

Salute to the stripes

Ch-check out my

Second amendment rights

Feck around and find out

So if this don't sound like home to you

I think you know what you outta do

Come see what we're all about

Or get the feck out

F-E-C-K-Y-O-U

If you don't love the red, white & blue

America… Amutherfeckin 'Murica

I love this land - I was born to be free

Living life with no apologies

In America… Amutherfeckin 'Murica

God bless the USA

Every mutherfeckin day

Boy I tell ya what

I love to hop in my truck

With my dog blue

Riding shotty in the front

Run through the woods

Like I'm playing Duck Hunt

Flip a roast bird

On the table, eat lunch

I'm a grown ass man

And I'm proud of this life

Like to shoot guns, drink beer

And sex my wife

In the USA, free's a four letter word

F-E-C-K

If you ain't picking up

What I'm putting down

Then you probably ain't heard

That sweet ass sound

When the Star Spangled Banner plays

I cover my chest

Cause America's

The country I like best

There ain't a place in the world

That could compare

Hey look

I see a bald Eagle over there

So if this don't sound like home to you

I think you know what you outta do

Come see what we're all about

Or get the feck out

F-E-C-K-Y-O-U

If you don't love the red, white & blue

America… Amutherfeckin 'Murica

I love this land - I was born to be free

Living life with no apologies

In America… Amutherfeckin 'Murica

God bless the USA

Every mutherfeckin day

Every fuckin day

Every motherfuckin day

God bless the USA

Trucks

Guns

Steak

Beer