On the road for forty days   Last night in Little Rock put me in a haze.   Sweet, sweet Connie -- doin' her act   She had the whole show and that's a natural fact.   Up all night with Freddy King   I got to tell you poker's his thing   A-booze 'n ladies keep me right   As long as we can make it to the show tonight      CHORUS      We're an American band   We're an American band   We're coming to your town, we'll help you party it down   We're an American band      Four young chaquitas in Omaha   Was waitin' for the band to return from the show   Feelin' good, feelin' right, it's Saturday night   The hotel detective -- he was out-a-sight   Now, these fine ladies, they had a plan   They was out to meet the boys in the band   They said, "Come on, dudes, let's get it on,"   And we proceeded to tear that hotel down      CHORUS      CHORUS      CHORUS      CHORUS      We're an American Band, Ooo-ooo   We're an American Band, Ooo-ooo   We're an American Band, Ooo-ooo