Young Americans

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
 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 (uhuh)
 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
 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
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 Do you remember, your President Nixon?
 Do you remember, the bills you have to pay?
 Or even yesterday?
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 Have been the un-American? (huuhu)
 Just you and your idol sing falsetto (huuhu)
 'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and
 Not a myth left from the ghetto
 Well, well, well, would you carry a razor (huuhu)
 In case, just in case of depression? (huuhu)
 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? No baby
 Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
 Her hearts have been broken just like you and
 All night
 You want the young American
 Young American, young American
 He wants the Young American
 All right
 He was the young American
 You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler (Young American, young American)
 A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler (He wants the Young American)
 Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train (All right)
 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? (All right)
 And, ain't there a woman I can
 Sock on the jaw?
 And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging? (Young American, young American)
 Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? (He wants the Young American)
 Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? (All right)
 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
 I want the young American
 All night
 I want the young American
 Young American, young American
 I want the young American
 All night
 I want the young American
 Young American, young American
 I want the young American
 All night