This woman I met was French,

Now what am I to do?

Can't understand her

I don't do par-les-vous

This other woman I met was a Brit,

Now what am I to do?

She merely buys clothes here

Says America's a zoo

OK, if that's true

At least our zoo has better food than they feed you

I met this woman from Moscow Russia

Her smile looked more like a frown

She looked down her nose, then looked away

For this they are quite renowned

I met a woman from Naples Italy

But what am I to do?

She had a loud mouth

Big chest that she followed everywhere that men would follow her

I'm not much of a follower or butt pincher

We don't do that at home

It just doesn't seem like healthy foreplay for Americans

Imagine how that would go over here

Please come find me Yankee girl

No more foreign birds

And be less the hawk, more the dove

That's my kind of thing

That girl I think I would love

Made in the USA means a lot today

Real love flys straight home and intends to stay

No ice to break, no what do I say, no butt pitching foreplay