[Intro: Miya Folick & Emily Kokal]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh

[Verse 1: Miya Folick & Emily Kokal, Emily Kokal, Miya Folick]
Oh, I don't know, I don't know, oh, where to begin
We are North Americans
And for those of you who still think we're from England
We're not, no
We've been on planes and on trains 'til we think we might die
Far from North America
Where the buildings are old, and you might have lots of mimes
Uh-huh, oh (Oh), oh
I hate the feelin' when you're lookin' at me that way
'Cause we're North Americans
But if we act all shy, it'll make it okay
Makes it go away
Oh, I don't know, I don't know, oh, where to begin
When we're North Amеricans
But in the end, make thе same mistakes all over again
Come on, North Americans

[Chorus: Miya Folick & Emily Kokal]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We are North American scum
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We're from North America
Shake, shake, shake
[Verse 2: Miya Folick & Emily Kokal, Emily Kokal]
And all the kids, all the kids don't wanna make a scene
Here in North America
When all your kids get to read it in your magazines
We don't have those
So where's the love? Where's the love? Where's the love?
Where's the love? Where's the love, tonight?
But there's no love, man, there's no love when the kids are uptight
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh
So throw a party 'til the cops come in and bust it up
Let's go, North Americans
Oh, you were planning it? I didn't mean to interrupt
Sorry
I did it once and my parents got pretty upset
Freaked out in North America
But then I said, "The more I do it, the better it gets"
C'mon North America

[Chorus: Miya Folick & Emily Kokal]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We are North American scum
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We're from North America
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We are North American scum
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We're from North America
Shake, shake, shake
[Verse 3: Miya Folick & Emily Kokal, Miya Folick]
New York's the greatest if you get someone to pay the rent
Woohoo, North America
And it's the furthest you can live from the government
Come on, uh-huh, huh
Some fat American Christians might disagree
Here in North America
But New York's the only place we're keeping them off the street
So (So), woohoo, ooh
Now, we can't have parties like in Spain where they go all night
Shut down in North America
Or like Berlin where they go another night
Alright, duh-huh, uh-huh
You see, I love this place that I have grown to know
Alright, North America
And yeah, I know you wouldn't touch us with a ten-foot pole
'Cause we're North Americans (Oh)

[Chorus: Miya Folick & Emily Kokal, Emily Kokal, Miya Folick]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We are North American scum (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We are North Americans (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We are North American scum (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We love North America
[Outro: Miya Folick, Emily Kokal, Miya Folick & Emily Kokal]
Take me back to the states, man
North American scum
Where we can be North Americans
Where the DJ gigs all his friends
Here in North American scum
Just don't blame the Canadians
Let's go, North America