they pulled in just behind the
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
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 window
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
she wants the young american
young american young american
she wants the young american
all right
but she wants the young american
all the way from washington
her breadwinner 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 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 the unamerican
just you and your idol sing 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 afrosheeners
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 and
all night
all night you want the young american
young american young american
you want the young american all right
all right
you want the young american
4
you ain’t a pimp and you ain’t a hustler
a pimp’s got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler
black’s got respect and white’s got his soul train
mama’s got cramps and look at your hands ache
i heard the news today oh boy
i got a suite and you got defeat
ain’t there a man who 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
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
all night
you want i i want you
young american young american
i want the young american
all right
all i want is the young american
young american young american
i want the young american
all night
Artist: David Bowie
Year: 1975
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 285