Lyrics: Louis Attillio Vigorito
Music: Louis Attillio Vigorito
She from a small town
Ain’t no one care about it
She let her hair down
Don’t ask for handouts
Had a man back home
that didn’t last long
Now she’s out here finding her way
So giddyup girl I’m on my way to pick you up
In my truck get ready girl cause I’m pulling up
She wanna go for a ride
Top down a hundred degrees
Ain’t no means to an end
Inside them faded jeans
Not with the nonsense and no guilty conscience
Girls just wanna have fun
My miss American pie
Miss American Pie
My miss American
My miss American
Don’t gotta tell me twice
My miss American pie
Won’t waste a minute
I will go and wait forever my
My hell for leather I would go
And chase the rest of my life
So let’s ride
So giddyup girl I’m on my way to pick you up
In my truck get ready girl cause I’m pulling up
So giddyup girl I’m on my way to pick you up
In my truck get ready girl cause I’m pulling up
She wanna go for a ride
Top down a hundred degrees
Ain’t no means to an end
Inside them faded jeans
Not with the nonsense and no guilty conscience
Girls just wanna have fun
My miss American pie
She wanna go for a ride
Top down a hundred degrees
Ain’t no means to an end
Inside them faded jeans
Not with the nonsense and no guilty conscience
Girls just wanna have fun
My miss American pie
Miss American pie
My Miss American pie
Miss American Pie
My Miss American Pie