"~Ohh, say can you see!
I'm proud to be an American!
'Cause there's a party in the U.S.A.,
For all the kids in America! Woah!
God bless America!
'Cause I don't wanna be a Canadian Idiot-!~"
"AMERICA!" You screeched.
"What?" He stared at you, confused.
You had been trying to get America's attention for the past 5 minutes, but he just kept singing, completely ignoring you. It was funny, yes, to watch him dance about like a maniac and an idiot, but he wasn't paying attention at all as he sang extremely loudly. Plus, whatever he was singing sounded really strange. The lyrics seemed to have different paces and patterns apart from each other, like as if he were singing multiple parts of separate songs.
"FINALLY! I've been trying to get your attention for, like, ever! Anyway, what the heck are you even singing?!"
"Huh? Oh, a bunch of songs about me all mixed together!"
"....What the heck?" You stared at him like he was crazy.
"YUPP! A bunch of lines from songs about the amazing hero, the beautiful country of freedom, all mixed into one~ It ROCKS! ~In a nation blessed, it's the very best-!~"
"America?" He started walking away. "America!"
He just ignored you, dancing around and singing loudly again.
"~'Cause I'm the Yankee Doodle Boy!
Yankee Doodle, keep it up! Yankee Doodle dandy!
God gave me the right to be a free American!
Let liberty extend its mighty hand!
The land of hope and liberty!
This land is your land, this land is my land!
This is my country, hear my proud voice!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!~"