In Vietnam for four days,
Last stop in Hanoi, left 'em in a haze.
Big John Rambo has come to act:
He's gonna free our boys that didn't make it back.

Where all night is he hiding?
I gotta tell ya, warfare's his thing.
Booze and ladies aren't his type,
As long as he can shoot up a town tonight.

He's an American man.
He's an American man.
He's comin' to your town,
He'll shoot everybody down.
He's an American man.

Four thousand Russians were on the run,
Waiting for Rambo with a much bigger gun.
Feelin' mad, feelin' bad,
They fall before his might.
It was so destructive, a helluva fight!

Now these mad Russians, they had a plan:
They was out to kill ol' Rambo again.
He said [Stallone voice], "Come on, Dudes! Let's get it on!"
And he proceeded to tear the Ukraine down.

He's an American man.
He's an American man.
He's comin' to your town,
He'll shoot everybody down.
He's an American man.

He's an American man (whoo-oo).
He's an American man (whoo-oo).
He's an American man ( [Stallone growl] "YAAAAAAAARRRGH!"; sound of machine gun fire).