• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The American Dream - Soundtracks (other tracks) soundtrack
• The American Dream - Marty Robbins
• The American Dream - Screeching Weasel
• The American Dream - Billy Ray Cyrus
• The American Dream - Gavin Degraw
• The American Dream - Afroman
• The American Dream - Allstar Weekend
• The American Dream - I Am Nation
• The American Dream - Seven Story Fall
• The American Dream - Soulbender

ENGINEER
my father was a tattoo artist in Haiphong
but his designs on mother didn't last too long
my mother sold her body, high on Betel nuts
my job was bringing red-faced monsieurs to our huts
selling your mom is a wrench
perfume can cover a stench
that's what I learned from the French
then it all changed with Dien Bien Phu
the frogs went home. Who came? Guess who?
are you surprised we went insane
with dollars pouring down like rain?
businessmen never rob banks
you can sell shit and get thanks
that's what I learned from the Yanks
I'm fed up with small-time hustles
I'm too good to waste my talent for greed
I need room to flex my muscles
in an ocean where the big sharks feed
make me Yankee, they're my fam'ly
they're selling what people need
what's that I smell in the air
the American dream
sweet as a new millionaire
the American dream
pre-packed, ready-to-wear
the American dream
fat, like a chocolate eclair
as you suck out the cream
luck by the tail
how can you fail?
and best of all, it's for sale
the American dream
greasy chinks make life so sleazy
in the States I'll have a club that's four-starred
men like me there have things easy
they have a lawyer and a body-guard
to the Johns there I'll sell blondes there
that they can charge on a card
what's that I smell in the air?
the American dream
sweet as a suite in Bel-air
the American dream
girls can buy tits by the pair
the American dream
bald people think they'll grow hair
the American dream
call girls are lining time square
the American dream
bums there have money to spare
the American dream
cars that have bars take you there
the American dream
on stage each night: Fred Astaire
the American dream
shlitz down the drain!
pop the Champagne!
it's time we all entertain
my American dream!
ENGINEER and CROWD
come ev'ryone, come and share
the American dream
name what you want and it's there
the American dream
spend and have money to spare
the American dream
live like you haven't a care
the American dream
what other place can compare
the American dream
come and get more than your share
the American dream
ENGINEER
there I will crown
Miss Chinatown
all yours for ten percent down
the American dream!
(CHRIS, JOHN and ELLEN enter. THE ENGINEER takes them to see KIM and TAM.)

Well the sun's settin' on the veranda
As the ceilin' fan stirs the air
I pour me another a-what I've been drinkin'
Sit back in my wicker chair
She's still in that big house in Houston
Where we tried to find happiness
Somehow I know she would not understand it
If she could see me like this
There's no lawn to mow 'cause the grass dosen't grow
People get high every day
It's a little bit hotter ya can't drink the water
A dollar still goes a long way
Tequila is sweet, senoritas are neat
And peace of mind is free
Yeah, two-hundred miles south of the border
I found the American dream
We thought we'd found it in Houston
With the house and the cars and the pool
Sometimes people own things, sometimes things own you
I won't even bother to write her
She'd hate it down here anyhow
She can have all the things we had together
I won't be needin' them now
There's no lawn to mow 'cause the grass dosen't grow
People get high every day
It's a little bit hotter ya can't drink the water
A dollar still goes a long way
Tequila is sweet, senoritas are neat
And peace of mind is free
Yeah, two-hundred miles south of the border
I found the American dream
Yeah, two-hundred miles south of the border
I found the American dream

oh say can you see the star spangled banner flying can you see everyone holding hands and brightly smiling well i see rioting and i see bodies in the streets in the future of the american dream i can see the american dream

Well they moved away from the farms they did not own
To live happily ever after on a G.I. loan
The future was looking bright back in '62
'Neath the shadow of atomic bombs and the baby boom
You could take a walk downtown without being afraid
Hey who's the better center fielder, Mantle or Mays
There was chicken in every pot, even when times were lean
We thought everybody had a shot at the American dream
Every mother was supposed to look like Donna Reed
Father knew what was best for you and me
Our lives were etched on eight millimeter frames
As we grew up in houses that all looked the same
But there was trouble on the other side of town
It was a time when people began to stand their ground
As the eyes of the world were opened by a man named King
Everybody wanted their share of the American dream
Dream on, children, dream on
Don't let anybody tell you the dream is gone
As long as there's a God above
Keep praying we never wake up
Keep on dreaming the American dream
Now there's medals on the wall I got back in '91
And a quarter-acre piece of heaven, where my kids can run
As I turn off the cable and put my babies to bed
I kiss 'em goodnight and I whisper under my breath
Dream on, children, dream on
Don't let anybody tell you the dream is gone
As long as there's a God above
Keep praying we never wake up
Keep on dreaming the American dream

Spendin all my money on phone cards
Waiting for my ship to come in
In from that ocean, come home to the sea harboring in me
I don't believe in four leaf clovers all the luck they're supposed to bring
I've used all my wild cards, but there's something I can do to get close to you
I've got dreams of love and I love you, I know you feel the same way too
I feel your spirit, when you need me and when your away
Some how somewhere I'll see you again,
But until then I've got dreams of loving you
Thinking about every little thing we did crazy
Sippin on that memory lane
That may never close it
Seven days of the week
I can drive in my sleep
'cause I've got dreams of love and I love you, I know you feel the same way too
I feel your spirit, when you need me and when your away
Some how somewhere I'll see you again,
But until then I've got dreams of loving you
Dreams I wish when I see you again
And I'll see you again pretty soon
I pray but until then I've got dreams
I've got dreams of love, and I love you, I know you feel the same way too
I feel your spirit, when you need me and when your away
Some how somewhere I'll see you again,

Yes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech.
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites,
allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
by placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream.
Surrounded by drugs,
jeopardized my life by living around thugs,
but I'm still the American Dream.
Kicked outta Palmdale High School
because I was considered a distraction to the educational process.
I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system,
and I'm still the American Dream.
Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole;
hopped outta prison as a bull frog,
but I'm still the American Dream.
The most rejected, disrespected,
when I went for a job I was never selected,
but I am still the American Dream.
And right about now,
I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin',
wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin',
coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character
with such flagrant slanderousity,
but I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism,
and all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation,
and I am still the American Dream.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see.
There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me.
Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother,
but you are still the American Dream.
The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be,
but you are still the American Dream.
Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller,
with 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream.
Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch
and didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream.
Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man,
the mexican, and even poor white,
all human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future,
follow me as we journey through the Red Sea,
cause I have been to the mountain top,
I've seen the Promised Land,
mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category.
My mind has been delivered.
My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery.
I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test,
I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc!

The United States Government Presents:
I was born in Coastal Maine
Then moved away south of LA
San Diego knows my name (yo, what up Zach?)
Now I live in cars and planes
These long drives long flights
I wouldn't trade for anything
Everybody wanna piece Americana (USA)
But she don't come so easily
All the kids are gonna do what they wanna
And when we get older we can sing
We're all around the world living The American Dream [x2]
Almost died in Carolina
Crashed the van, it caught on fire
If you've been down and out throw up your lighters
We're a little older, little brighter
Time goes by, time flies
So don't you wait for anything
Everybody wanna piece Americana (USA)
But she don't come so easily
All the kids are gonna do what they wanna
And when we get older we can sing
We're all around the world living The American Dream [x2]
Most of my friends got college loans
Sending them my love from the road
Got souvenirs from 50 states
Little magnets that say my name
Am I famous? Eh, not quite.
But shameless? You got that right.
A toast you your wife, toast to your life
Toast to the night, start it off right
We all around the world living The American Dream [x2]
Everybody wanna piece Americana (USA)
But she don't come so easily
All the kids are gonna do what they wanna
And when we get older we can sing

Perfection is an ugly sight
i’ll never wish for only blue skies
or pretty white clouds to drift on by
tell me why do we lie
i never want a clean-- cut green lawn
with a perfect picket fence to walk along
painted with-- thick white paste
without a trace-- of specific taste
CHORUS
society has brainwashed me
to believe we’ll never achieve our dreams
We used to call it
i thought we were through with kings and queens
but you’re going nowhere without a team
oh yeah we used to call it the american dream
why wake up to singing birds
when others want a chance to be heard?
if i was a fox, the rooster would know it’s place
by dawn, feathers’d hold my gaze
cookie cutter houses lined upon my street
forming gridlines inhumanely neat
wheres my house
theyre all the same
this is such a stupid game
CHORUS
BRIDGE
the sun will shine on sundays
flowers bloom in may
birds and bees glide happily
but heres the reality
someone lives in poverty
as one lives in wealth
someone gains a victory
one loses health
the ashes of foundation
lay all scattered about
while we’re all left so empty
as we struggle to figure out
American Dream

Oh, how could this be?
You're never gonna make it.
I know it's up to me
Just find the words to say it.
Watch me prove them all.
Dead Wrong.
I've never seen such a boy lie
With oh so serious eyes.
A secret kept is a secret safe.
But it's one I've been meaning to break.
Well don't underestimate this teen
It's all in the lines
A line in between.
One too many times I've felt
Like I'm the only one to help myself.
Lift me up for just another let down
Pull me close and I'll just push away.
Lift me up for just another let down
There's nothing left to say.
Oh, how could this be?
You're never gonna make it.
I know it's up to me
Just find the words to say it.
Watch me prove them all Dead Wrong.
Oh, how could this be?
You're never gonna make it.
I know it's up to me
Just find the words to say it.
Pay attention, take some notes.
Down for the count that's all she wrote.
I've never seen such a boy lie
Such a waste, throw away, you've caught my eye.
Watch the clock like there's somewhere to be.
Well times up, you're coming with me.
Hope for the best all eyes on me
Failure's not an option, an option for me.
If all good things must come to an end
The end is the part where we start again.
Give me a pen and I'll give you my
Signature right on that line.
A sign that states "It's make or break."
It's up to me to do what it takes.

deep down there's something
no one can see in our nation
impersonating the truth
something bigger than you and me
inside there's something
eating away our foundation
when i close my eyes
and i try to sleep
and i dream
the american dream
it's a nightmare to me
the american dream
is a nightmare to me
find the time and take a look inside
at your spinning wheel
ask yourself-at what price
are we free with this vision?
is there anyone here
who really knows what it means to be free?
inside there's something
eating away our foundation
when you close your eyes
and you try to sleep
do you dream
the american dream?
i have seen it eat away
at everyone i ever knew
i can feel it eating me
and i can see it eating you
find the time and take a look inside
at your spinning wheel
free your mind and let your self decide