Popular Americans

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