Lyrics

You better stand up straight,
You can speak when you're spoken to
You better make the grade
'Cause everybody's countin' on you
You better suck it up
Grit your teeth and take it on the chin
'Cause there's a war out there
But it's a war you gotta learn to win

Oh yeah, don't forget where you come from
Oh yeah, cause it's only once that you are ever

Young Mr American, so much to do while you're still
Young Mr American
Well done Mr American, the whole world is on your shoulders
No pressure, no pressure, no pressure whatsoever

Grab the golden ring, welcome to the merry-go-round
Got your ivy league, Italian shoes and button-downs
Gotta marry well, and make sure she looks good on you
You better give 'em hell, you're locked in at twenty-two

Oh yeah, financial insecurity
Oh yeah, you lose your mind by twenty-three...you're

Young Mr American, so much to do while you're still
Young Mr American
Well done Mr American, the whole world is on your shoulders
No pressure, no pressure, no pressure whatsoever