David Bowie - Young Americans Lyrics
They pulled in just behind the fridgeHe lays her down, he frownsGee my lifes a funny thing, am I still too young?He kissed her then and thereShe took his ring, took his babiesIt took him minutes, took her nowhereHeaven knows, shed have taken anything, butAll nightShe wants the young americanYoung american, young american, she wants the young americanAll rightShe wants the young americanScanning life through the picture windowsShe finds the slinky vagabondHe coughs as he passes her ford mustang, butHeaven forbid, shell take anythingBut the freak, and his type, all for nothingHe misses a step and cuts his hand, butShowing nothing, he swoops like a songShe cries where have all papas heroes gone?All nightShe wants the young americanYoung american, young american, she wants the young americanAll rightShe wants the young americanAll the way from washingtonHer bread-winner begs off the bathroom floorWe live for just these twenty yearsDo we have to die for the fifty more?All nightHe wants the young americanYoung american, young american, he wants the young americanAll rightHe wants the young americanDo you remember, your president nixon?Do you remember, the bills you have to payOr even yesterdayHave you been an un-american?Just you and your idol singing falsetto boutLeather, leather everywhere, andNot a myth left from the ghettoWell, well, well, would you carry a razorIn case, just in case of depressionSit on your hands on a bus of survivorsBlushing at all the afro-sheilasAint that close to love?Well, aint that poster love?Well, it aint that barbie dollHer hearts been broken just like you haveAndAll nightYou want the young americanYoung american, young american, you want the young americanAll rightYou want the young americanYou aint a pimp and you aint a hustlerA pimps got a cadi and a lady got a chryslerBlacks got respect, and whites got his soul trainMamas got cramps, and look at your hands acheI heard the news today, oh boyI got a suite and you got defeatAint 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 meBreak down and cry?All nightI want the young americanYoung american, young american, I want the young americanAll rightI want the young americanYoung americanYoung 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 americanI want the young americanMmmmmm mmm
