[Intro: Kanye West]
This another number one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Just touched down in London town
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Tell the promoter, "We need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats"

[Hook: Estelle]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy

[Verse 1: Estelle]
He said, "Hey, Sister
It's really, really nice to meet you"
I just met this 5-foot-7 guy
Who's just my type
Like the way he's speaking
His confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans
But I might like what's underneath them
And no, I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains
And New York's wide awake
First, let's see the West End
I'll show you to my bredrin
I'm liking this American Boy, American Boy
[Hook: Estelle]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy

[Bridge: Estelle, Rivers Cuomo]
La-da-da-da-da-di-da
La-da-da-da-da-di-da
Will you be my American Boy?
(We’ll never feel bad anymore)

[Verse 2: Kanye West, Estelle]
Tell 'em wagwan blud
Who killin' 'em in the UK?
Everybody gonna to say, "You, K"
Reluctantly, because most of this press
Don't fuck with me
Estelle once said to me, "Cool down down
Don't act a fool now now"
I always act a fool ow ow
Ain't nothing new now now
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin'
Ribena: I know what your drinkin'
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holla at the next chick
Soon as you're blinkin'
What's you're persona
About this American Brama?
Am I shallow cause all my clothes designer?
Dressed smart like a London Bloke
Before he speak his suit bespoke
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke
And I know you ain't into all that
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
But I still talk that ca-a-a-sh
Cause a lot wags want to hear it
And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest
Like The Pips at they Gladys
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
[Hook 2: Estelle]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco bay
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy


[Outro: Estelle, Rivers Cuomo]
La-da-da-da-da-di-da
La-da-da-da-da-di-da
Will you be my American Boy?
(We’ll never feel bad anymore)