Doo doo do do doo dooo
Doo doo do do doo dooo
Doo doo do do doo dooo
She's just a loner with a sexy attitude
I'd like to phone her 'cos she puts me in the mood
The rumour's spreading now that she cooks in the nude
But she don't care
She don't care...
Everybody wants to know her name
How does she cope with her new found fame
Everyone asked me 'Who the hell is she?'
That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair
She was all I thought about, the girl I couldn't live without
But then she went insane
She couldn't take the fame
She said I was to blame
She'd had enough and shaved 5 colours off and now
She's just a weirdo with no name
{solo - passa para American Idiot}
Don't want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
Calling out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't meant to be ok.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
1, 2, 3, 4
{solo - volta para five colours in her hair}
Everybody wants to know her name
How does she cope with her new found fame
Everyone asked me 'Who the hell is she?'
That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair
1, 2, 3, 4
Doo doo do do doo dooo,
Doo doo do do doo dooo
Doo doo do do doo dooo,
Doooo