The American Dream Jon Jon Briones

[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 (Oh, wait, wait)
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
I can sell shit and get thanks
Now 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 family
We're selling dreams people need

Mmm, what's that I smell in the air?
The American dream
Sweet as a new millionaire
The American dream
Pre-packed and ready-to-wear
My American dream
Fat, like a chocolate eclair
As I suck out the cream