[style: Rock’n’Roll / Punk-Rock | voice: male, playful & confident | bpm: 112 | key: E major | energy: high | mood: humorous / rebellious / free] ⸻ [Intro – 8 bars | cheeky guitar riff + clap beat + bass groove] Hey! Ha-ha! Don’t stamp that — just strum that! No paper? No problem, man! ⸻ [Verse 1] I’d tear bureaucracy apart, Like a wolf gone mad in a paper park. Forms and stamps — what’s all that fuss? Give me a riff — I’ll sign with fuzz! At customs gate I flash a grin, “Passport, please!” — I hand it in. He flips the pages, lost and pale, I hum some AC/DC tale! ⸻ [Chorus – bouncy, fun, crowd-friendly] 🎸 I’m a citizen! A citizen of the United States of America! No tie, no stress, no bureaucratica! You want my stamp? Then stamp my hand — I’m playing freedom with my band! 🎸 Yeah, I’m a citizen! A citizen of the United States of America! ⸻ [Instrumental Break – 4 bars | harmonica riff + “ha-ha!” crowd chant] ⸻ [Verse 2] The Brit drinks tea, the Swiss counts cash, The French just flirts — all style, no dash. The customs guy looks half asleep, Till I say: “Hey man, my rock runs deep!” He squints, “What state you coming from?” I say: “Rock’n’roll — that’s where I’m from!” He stamps and laughs — “Alright, you win.” I plug my Strat, and kick it in! ⸻ [Chorus – crowd claps and shouts] 🎸 I’m a citizen! A citizen of the United States of America! No walls, no forms, no panic area! You can check, deny, or pry — But freedom’s baked like mama’s pie! 🎸 Yeah, I’m a citizen! A citizen of the United States of America! ⸻ [Bridge – talk-sung, funky groove] They say, “Sir, we need your file.” I say, “Relax, I rock with style!” They ask, “Got code or ID here?” I show my guitar — “Crystal clear!” The cop just shrugs, the agent snores, The baggage guy is tapping fours. I roll my sleeves, I tune my chord — I’m smuggling rhythm through the board! ⸻ [Guitar Solo – 8 bars | blues-rock lick, smiles all around] ⸻ [Verse 3] The line is long, but I don’t care, Freedom’s faster anywhere! Let ‘em stamp, let ‘em scan, I’m still a free-born rockin’ man! I’ve got my jeans, my dream, my song, And this ol’ passport all along. When they ask, “Now who are you?” I grin and shout — here’s what I do: ⸻ [Final Chorus – full crowd, laughter, handclaps] 🎸 I’m a citizen! A citizen of the United States of America! No fear, no desk, no bureaucratica! You can’t cage a tune that flies — We laugh, we sing, we improvise! 🎸 Yeah, I’m a citizen! A citizen of the United States of America! ⸻ [Outro – 8 bars | crowd chanting “A-me-ri-ca! Ha-ha!” + guitar outro] No stamp, no wall, no fear, Just rock, my friend — and one cold beer. Yeah… I’m a citizen… Of the United States of America!
