Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, the French got their wine and their fancy berets,
They'll kiss on both cheeks, then argue all day.
The Brits love their tea and their stiff upper lip,
But don’t ask ‘em to cook, or you'll give it a skip.

[Prechorus]
Everywhere I roam, there's a tale to be told,
People are people, but stereotypes grow old.

[Chorus]
Around the world in a pickup truck,
Laughin’ at ourselves, just pushin’ our luck.
From the hills to the valleys, the big city lights,
We're all just folks tryin' to get through the night.

[Verse 2]
The Germans are precise, like a clock on the wall,
But their parties, my friend, they ain't rigid at all.
Italians talk loud with their hands in the air,
And their love for lasagna? Now that’s beyond compare.

[Bridge]
The Aussies wrestle crocs and drink all the beer,
While Canadians apologize for just bein’ here.
The Irish’ll charm you with whiskey and song,
But don’t challenge their temper—it won’t take too long.

[Chorus]
Around the world in a pickup truck,
Laughin’ at ourselves, just pushin’ our luck.
From the hills to the valleys, the big city lights,
We're all just folks tryin' to get through the night.