American Boy from Sunny Days by The A Cappella Group

2014 CARA Award Winner - Best High School Song
2014 CARA Award Nominee - Best Soul/R&B/Hip Hop Song
2014 Voices Only Compilation Selection
Solo - Emily Alvarado
Rap Solo - Christian Fernandez
Vocal Percussion - David Norville
Arrangement - Tom Anderson
Originally Performed by Estelle feat. Kanye West

(Christian)
This a number-one champion sound.
Yeah, you know we 'bout 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.

(Group)
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.

(Emily)
He said, "Hey, sister.
It's really, really nice to meet you."
I just met this five-eleven guy who's just my type.
Like the way he's speaking,
His confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans
But I'm 'a like him all the same.

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 brethren.
I'm liking this American boy, American boy.

(Group)
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

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.

Will you be my American boy, American boy?

(Emily)
Can we get away this weekend?
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping, Baby, then we'll go to a café.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.

Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneakers looking fresh to death.
I'm loving those Shell Toes.
Walking that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm liking this American boy, American boy.

(Group)
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.

(Christian)
He crazy. I know what you thinking.
Ribena I know what you're drinking.
Rap singer. Chain blinger.
Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinking.

What's your persona
About this Americana rhymer?
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 peacoat, 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 cash
'Cause a lot of wags wanna hear it.

And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest.
Like The Pips at they Gladys.
And I know they love it.
So to hell with all that rubbish.

(Group)
Would you be my love, my love?
(Emily)
Would you be mine?
(Group)
Would you be my love, my love?
(Emily)
Would you be mine?
(Group)
Could you be my love, my love?
(Emily)
Would you be my American boy, American boy?

(Group with Emily riffing)
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, 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.

Written by - Kanye West, Keith Harris, & William Adams

• Contemporary A Cappella
• Pop
• a cappella
• Fort Myers