All American Queen
Do, do-do, do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do
He was born in the sticks right in the middle of fall
He wants to be a cheerleader, runs away from the ball
He's got a song in his heart and a collection of dolls
And there's a pale shade of pink on his bedroom walls
He's got a whole lot of friends and his jokes make 'em weak
He's got a dry sense of humor and a fabulous streak
Never stays in the dark 'cause he'd rather be free
So he can light up the room seven days a week
He's a Coca-Cola sipping
True and tried, Stars and Stripes
Just a homegrown cowboy-kissing
Valentine, sweet as apple pie
The brightest single sparkle that you've ever seen
Ooh, baby, and he's proud to be
Watch him dancing the American dream
A red-blooded all American queen
Do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do
He grows up in the spring, takes his boy to the prom
No surprise that emotions get the best of his mom
When they crown him the king, make him the belle of the ball
He plants a kiss on his date as confetti falls
Soon he's loading his life in the back of his truck
When his pop starts crying, he says, "Daddy, be tough!"
Puts his hands on the wheel, turns the radio on
Then he rolls down the window and sings along
He's a Coca-Cola sipping
True and tried, Stars and Stripes
Just a homegrown cowboy-kissing
Valentine, sweet as apple pie
The brightest single sparkle that you've ever seen
Ooh, baby, and he's proud to be
Watch him dancing the American dream
A red-blooded all American queen
Do, do-do, do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do (a red-blooded all American queen)
Do, do-do, do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do
Didn't choose to shine this bright
(Baby, he was born with it)
But he'd choose it every time
(To be an all American queen)
He's a Coca-Cola sipping
True and tried, Stars and Stripes
Just a homegrown cowboy-kissing
Valentine, sweet as apple pie
The brightest single sparkle that you've ever seen
Ooh, baby, and he's proud to be
Watch him dancing the American dream
We love a red-blooded all American queen
Do, do-do, do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do
Do, do-do, do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do
Do-do, do-do
He was born in the sticks right in the middle of fall
He wants to be a cheerleader, runs away from the ball
He's got a song in his heart and a collection of dolls
And there's a pale shade of pink on his bedroom walls
He's got a whole lot of friends and his jokes make 'em weak
He's got a dry sense of humor and a fabulous streak
Never stays in the dark 'cause he'd rather be free
So he can light up the room seven days a week
He's a Coca-Cola sipping
True and tried, Stars and Stripes
Just a homegrown cowboy-kissing
Valentine, sweet as apple pie
The brightest single sparkle that you've ever seen
Ooh, baby, and he's proud to be
Watch him dancing the American dream
A red-blooded all American queen
Do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do
He grows up in the spring, takes his boy to the prom
No surprise that emotions get the best of his mom
When they crown him the king, make him the belle of the ball
He plants a kiss on his date as confetti falls
Soon he's loading his life in the back of his truck
When his pop starts crying, he says, "Daddy, be tough!"
Puts his hands on the wheel, turns the radio on
Then he rolls down the window and sings along
He's a Coca-Cola sipping
True and tried, Stars and Stripes
Just a homegrown cowboy-kissing
Valentine, sweet as apple pie
The brightest single sparkle that you've ever seen
Ooh, baby, and he's proud to be
Watch him dancing the American dream
A red-blooded all American queen
Do, do-do, do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do (a red-blooded all American queen)
Do, do-do, do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do
Didn't choose to shine this bright
(Baby, he was born with it)
But he'd choose it every time
(To be an all American queen)
He's a Coca-Cola sipping
True and tried, Stars and Stripes
Just a homegrown cowboy-kissing
Valentine, sweet as apple pie
The brightest single sparkle that you've ever seen
Ooh, baby, and he's proud to be
Watch him dancing the American dream
We love a red-blooded all American queen
Do, do-do, do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do
Do, do-do, do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Hope, Ben Platt
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