Lyrics to American Badass - The Undertaker
(Oh)
They call me cowboy,
I'm the singer in black.
Throw a finger in the air,
Let me see where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
Let me hear where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
I'm giving back so say Hey, Hey!
Show me some metal and say Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
I'm a cowboy,
Bad Ass in black singing Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
From side to side,
from front to back say Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
I put Detroit City back on the map by singing Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
Kid Rock's in the house,
and thats where I'm at!
Devil without cause, and I'm back.
With the Beaver hat and Ben Davis slacks,
30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack of hoes.
No rogaine in the propane flows.
Chosen one, I'm the living proof.
With the gift of gab from the city of truth.
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back,
And I did not stutter when I said that I'm going platinum,
selling rhymes!
I went platinum,
seven times!
And still they ill they wanna see us fry
I guess because of only God knows why, why, why, why, why.
(Oh)
They call me cowboy,
I'm the singer in black.
Throw a finger in the air,
let me see where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
Let me hear where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
I'm giving back so say Hey, Hey!
Show me some metal and say Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top, Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock,
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones, David Allen Coe with No Show Jones.
Yeah! Pass that bottle around,
Got the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown,
The underground stoned fuckin' pimp,
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack.
I'm not gay, no way, I don't play with ass,
But watch me rock with Liberace flash,
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash.
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash.
(Oh)
They call me cowboy,
I'm the singer in black.
Throw a finger in the air,
let me see where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
Let me hear where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
I'm giving back so say Hey, Hey!
They call me cowboy,
I'm the singer in black.
Throw a finger in the air,
Let me see where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
Let me hear where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
I'm giving back so say Hey, Hey!
Show me some metal and say Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
I'm a cowboy,
Bad Ass in black singing Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
From side to side,
from front to back say Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
I put Detroit City back on the map by singing Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
Kid Rock's in the house,
and thats where I'm at!
Devil without cause, and I'm back.
With the Beaver hat and Ben Davis slacks,
30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack of hoes.
No rogaine in the propane flows.
Chosen one, I'm the living proof.
With the gift of gab from the city of truth.
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back,
And I did not stutter when I said that I'm going platinum,
selling rhymes!
I went platinum,
seven times!
And still they ill they wanna see us fry
I guess because of only God knows why, why, why, why, why.
(Oh)
They call me cowboy,
I'm the singer in black.
Throw a finger in the air,
let me see where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
Let me hear where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
I'm giving back so say Hey, Hey!
Show me some metal and say Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top, Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock,
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones, David Allen Coe with No Show Jones.
Yeah! Pass that bottle around,
Got the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown,
The underground stoned fuckin' pimp,
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack.
I'm not gay, no way, I don't play with ass,
But watch me rock with Liberace flash,
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash.
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash.
(Oh)
They call me cowboy,
I'm the singer in black.
Throw a finger in the air,
let me see where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
Let me hear where you're at and say Hey, Hey!
I'm giving back so say Hey, Hey!
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