From New York city to the Golden Gate The Great Lakes to the Rio Grande There's a hip new feeling That we're awfully appealing To the universal common man So get in line If you'd like to shake our hands We're the ones We're the popular Americans Oooh yeah, back on the scene We've come to pledge allegiance At the altar of convenience In our wide-leg baggy jeans And we've pinned our pa**ions On the tale end of fashion Now we're as s**y as our shaving cream When in doubt We consult our magazines We're the ones We're the popular Americans Oooh yeah, back on the scene Having fun We're the popular Americans Oooh yeah, bet you wish you were me I bet you wish you were me, yeah Don't you wish you were me, yeah Baby, back on the scene When you're so prestigious It makes you half-religious In a patriotic sort of way Our money says we trust But you know it's only just A party slogan we were taught to say