David Bowie - Young Americans lyrics

They pulled in just behind the fridge

He lays her down, he frowns

Gee my lifes 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

She wants the young american

Young american, young american, she wants the young american

All right

She wants the young american



Scanning life through the picture windows

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her ford mustang, but

Heaven forbid, shell 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 papas heroes gone?



All night

She wants the young american

Young american, young american, she wants the young american

All right

She wants the young american



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

He wants the young american

Young american, young american, he wants the young american

All right

He wants the young american



Do you remember, your president nixon?

Do you remember, the bills you have to pay

Or even yesterday



Have you been an un-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-sheilas

Aint that close to love?

Well, aint that poster love?

Well, it aint that barbie doll

Her hearts been broken just like you have



And

All night

You want the young american

Young american, young american, you want the young american

All right

You want the young american



You aint a pimp and you aint a hustler

A pimps got a Caddy and a lady got a Chrysler

Blacks got respect, and whites got his soul train

Mamas got cramps, and look at your hands ache

I heard the news today, oh boy

I got a suite and you got defeat

Aint there a man you can say no more?

And, aint there a woman I can sock on the jaw?

And, aint there a child I can hold without judging?

Aint there a pen that will write before they die?

Aint you proud that youve still got faces?

Aint there one damn song that can make me

Break down and cry?



All night

I want the young american

Young american, young american, I want the young american

All right

I want the young american

Young american

Young american, young american, I want the young american

(I want with you, I want with you want)

All right

(You want it, I want you you, you want I, I want you want)

Young american, young american, I want the young american

(I want to want, to want, to want, to want I, I want you)

All right

(Lord I wanted the young american)

(Young american)

Young american, young american

I want the young american

Mmmmmm mmm

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