He was a small town southern boy born and bred
A credit to his hardworking mother and dad
A clutch of diplomas and a uniform
Served his country then he shipped back home

Hung out his shingle but it didn't take
He had real big dreams that he could not shake
Left that town with his hand on his heart
Ready for his oath and his life to start
Ah he just can't lose, he's all over the news
batting sweet baby blues, it's the American way
to hell with the truth, he's sucking up to the dude
He's an American stooge,
and maybe he likes it that way

Once he stood at a fork in the road
Scratching his head which way to go
Power on his left, conscience on his right
A soul in the balance in a knock down fight

When he's not kissing the ring and leveling threats
He's proud to be your favorite hypocrite
Polishing sound bites for the folks at home
a moth to a flame and a microphone
Ah I just can't lose, I'm all over the news
batting sweet baby blues,
baby, it's the American way
To hell with the truth, I'm sucking up to the dude
I'm an American stooge, and baby I like it that way

We all fall down, we all fall down

Ahh I just can't lose
And to hell with the truth
I'm an American stooge
and baby I like it that way
Yeah I'm starting to ooze
From my head to my shoes
I'm an American stooge
Don't care if there's hell to pay

Ah I just can't lose, I'm all over the news
batting my sweet baby blues,
baby it's the American way
to hell with the truth, I'm sucking up to the dude
I'm an American stooge, and baby I like it that way
I like it that way
I like it that way

Copyright: Sentric Music
Writer(s): MARY CARPENTER