Blue American

I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious but it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
That's why it's vulgar
That's why it's blue
And I sang thank you
I sang thank you

I wrote this novel just for mom
For all the mommy things she's done
For all the times she showed me wrong
For all the times she sang our song
And I sang thank you, mom
Hello, mom
Thank you, mom
Hi, mom

I read a book about uncle tom
Where whitey bastard made a bomb
But now ebonics rule our song
Those motherfuckers got it wrong
And I asked
Who is uncle tom?
Who is uncle tom?
Who is uncle tom?
You are

I read a book about the self
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf

But I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care

I wrote this novel just for you
I'm so pretentious
Yes it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you
Just for you