Revised lyrics and cultural smugness

So in one section of the song "Back in Ireland", I tried to address a certain aspect of American smugness. To whit, the smugness of cultural superiority, displayed in two Types: the American at home, ignorant of the world; and, Tourist on parade abroad, aka Ugly American. I think my stanza confuses the two.

The lyrics:

Met a military man in that bar down in Baggot Street
A belligerent boyo from Boise, ya know
He had done the world over from Bangkok to Bantry
And of course for him, ya know, it only went to show,
How great was his state.

These are actually the revised lyrics. Originally, I had written:

Met a military man in that bar down in Baggot Street
A belligerent bullocks from Boise, ya know
He had done the world over from Bangkok to Bantry
And of course for him, ya know, it only went to show,
How great was the States.

The original lyrics had grown out of the genuine feeling I had at the time, which wasn't so much an attack on the States as a lashing out at anything that didn't involve remaining in Dublin.

I wonder if I have cowardly retreated from that original statement. I don't know if it describes my feelings now, but it did then.

I sang the original when I opened for Jez Lowe and the Bad Pennies, and at other times, and I saw Jez wince at the word "bullocks". Too strong for coffee house? Too immature?

I have sung the newer version many times now: It seems to go over better. Maybe it's all perception.

DIGRESSION!:
I don't know how I feel about "coffee house" or "folkie" requirements. Do I "mature" my presentation as an artist? Isn't there an hypocrisy in the idea that subtlety is the only virtue. I think a lot of thoughtful artists and performances are long on pose and short on energy. I've heard the same cliches and superficiality in "real" music as I do in pop music.

END DIGRESSION.

The stanza's biggest shortcoming: I meant to attack a type of smug American at home, certain of America's "number 1!" status, with no actual experience of other cultures or governments. Instead, the stanza talks about a man who has traveled abroad, yet only finds confirmation of his expectations. A problem here. I guess this is where the other sentiment of the song--my preference at that moment for Ireland over anywhere else--bleeds in. If the man has world experience and prefers America, so be it. I couldn't criticize his experience. In the song, I do disagree with his opinion.