American boy,
you're the pride and joy of America.
You're the hope of half the world.
American boy,
you're the flaming sword of America.
When her battle flag unfurled,
in the cradle of liberty,
This is how you came to be.
They took a bit of the wit of the Irish
and put it on the tip of your tongue.
They put the love of the letter on music
and they poured it into your heart
to be sung.
They made the song, Thankful Santa,
so you could wave it.
And when the world's in trouble,
you could help to save it.
With a bit of a grin, of a ridicule,
they bless you with a courage
nothing can destroy.
And when they want blue,
they want mighty proud of you.
Just a plain American boy.
They took a bit of the wit of the Ir ish,
and put it on the tip of your tongue.
They took the love of the Latin for music,
and they poured it in your
heart to be sung.
They made the song single planner,
so you could wave it.
And when the world's in trouble,
you could have helped to save it
From the souls of the Poles
and the Russians
They blessed you
with a courage
nothing can destroy
And when they were through
We were mighty proud of you
Just a plain American boy