Young Americans Lyrics

Young Americans lyrics

They pulled in just behind the bridge

He lays her down

He frowns, gee my life's a funny thing

Am I still too young?



He kissed her then and there

She took his ring, took his babies

It took him minutes, took her nowhere

Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but



All night

Young American, young American

She wants the young American

All night



Scanning life through the picture windows

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but

Heaven forbid, she'll take anything



But the freak and his type, all for nothing

He misses a step and cuts his hand, but

Showing nothing, he swoops like a song

She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"



All night

Young American, young American

She wants the young American

All night



All the way from Washington

Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor

"We live for just these twenty years

Do we have to die for the fifty more?"



All night

Young American, young American

He wants the young American

All right



Do you remember your President Nixon?

Do you remember the bills you have to pay

Or even yesterday?



Have you been a hung American?

Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout

Leather, leather everywhere, and

Not a myth, left from the ghetto



Well, well, well, would you carry a razor?

In case, just in case of depression

Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors

Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners



Ain't that close to love?

Well, ain't that poster love?

Well, it ain't that Barbie doll?

Her heart's been broken just like you have



All night

Young American, young American

He wants the young American

All right



You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady's got a Chrysler

Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train

Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands shake



I got a suite and you got defeat

Ain't there a man you can say no more?

And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?



And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?

Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?



Ain't there one damn song that can make me

Break down and cry?



All night

Young American, young American

I want the young American



All night

Young American, young American

I want the young American



All night

Young American, young American

I want the young American



All night

Young American, young American

I want the young American