[Intro: Madonna + (Missy Elliott)]
  Do I have to change my name? (Uh)
  Will it get me far?
  Should I lose some weight? (Uh)
  Am I gonna be a star?
    [Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
  Missy and Madonna boy, ain't nothin' better
  Hotter than fat bitches dancin' in a sweater
  Madonna am I okay skinny or fatter
  When I rap on this track *sniff* all I smell is cheddar
  You and I together, yo' we're tougher than leather
  Make pop artists scatter when we talk chit-chatter
  It really don't matter what time of day or weather
  Or who's ass really fatter, my kadunk-kadunk badder
  A rap so sick, won't stop, won't quit
  All on my dick, like my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit!
  I come with the heat, see my hits
  Sound so sweet, Missy ain't pissy
  Is you dizzy, is you with me
  Tip me when you see me, 'cause you tryna get with me
  Madonna bring the drama, oh mama that's trauma
  Tougher than armor for your papa and your mama
    [Verse 2: Madonna + (Missy Elliott)]
  I tried to be a boy, I tried to be a girl
  I tried to be a mess, I tried to be the best
  I guess I did it wrong, that's why I wrote this song
  This type of modern life, is it for me?
  I'd like to express my extreme point of view
  I'd like to express my extreme point of view
  (A Madonna exclusive)
  So I went into a bar, looking for sympathy
  A little company, I tried to find a friend
  It's more easily said, it's always been the same
  This type of modern life, is not for me
  This type of modern life, is not for free
  Do I have to change my name? (C'mon)
    [Chorus: Madonna]
  American life (American life)
  I live the American dream (American dream)
  You are the best thing I've seen
  You are not just a dream
    [Verse 3: Madonna]
  I tried to stay ahead, I tried to stay on top
  I tried to play the part, but some how I forgot
  Just what I did it for, and why I wanted more
  This type of modern life, is it for me?
  Fuck it
  Ah, fuck it
  Ah, fuck it
  Ah, fuck it
  Ah, fuck it, uh-huh
    [Chorus]
    This is, a Madonna exclusive
  This is, the American life, fuck it
    [Verse 4: Madonna Rap]
  I'm drinking a Soy latte
  I get a double shoté
  It goes right through my body
  And you know I'm satisfied
  I drive my Mini Cooper
  And I'm feeling super-dooper
  Yo they tell I'm a trooper
  And you know I'm satisfied
  I do yoga and palates
  And the room is full of hotties
  So I'm checking out the bodies
  And you know I'm satisfied
  I'm digging on the isotopes
  This metaphysic's shit is dope
  And if all this can give me hope
  You know I'm satisfied
  I got a lawyer and a manager
  An agent and a chef
  Three nannies, an assistant
  And a driver and a jet
  A trainer and a butler
  And a bodyguard or five
  A gardener and a stylist
  Do you think I'm satisfied?
  I'd like to express my extreme point of view
  I'm not Christian and I'm not a Jew
  I'm just living out the American dream
  And I just realised that nothing
  Is what it seems
  What it seems (C'mon)
    [Chorus]
    [Outro: Missy Elliott]
  This is the American Life, FUCK IT