Lyrics The Amercian Dream - Live - Miss Saigon Original Cast feat. Jon Jon Briones

My mother sold her body, high on Betel nuts
My job was bringing red-faced monsieurs to our huts
Selling your mom is a wrench
Perfume can cover a stench
That's what I learned from the French

Then it all changed with Dien Bien Phu
The frogs went home. Who came? Guess who?
Are you surprised we went insane
With dollars pouring down like rain?
Businessmen never rob banks
You can sell shit and get thanks
That's what I learned from the Yanks

I'm fed up with small-time hustles
I'm too good to waste my talent for greed
I need room to flex my muscles
In an ocean where the big sharks feed
Make me Yankee, they're my fam'ly
They're selling what people need

What's that I smell in the air
The American dream
Sweet as a new millionaire
The American dream
Pre-packed, ready-to-wear
The American dream
Fat, like a chocolate eclair
As you suck out the cream

Luck by the tail
How can you fail?
And best of all, it's for sale
The American dream

Greasy chinks make life so sleazy
In the States I'll have a club that's four-starred
Men like me there have things easy
They have a lawyer and a body-guard
To the Johns there I'll sell blondes there
That they can charge on a card

What's that I smell in the air?
The American dream
Sweet as a suite in Bel-air
The American dream
Girls can buy tits by the pair
The American dream
Bald people think they'll grow hair
The American dream

Call girls are lining time square
The American dream
Bums there have money to spare
The American dream
Cars that have bars take you there
The American dream
On stage each night: Fred Astaire
The American dream

Shlitz down the drain!
Pop the Champagne!
It's time we all entertain
My American dream!

Busboys can buy the hotel
The American dream
Wall Street is ready to sell
The American dream
Come make a life from thin air
The American dream
Come and get more than your share
The American dream