Young Americans Lyrics by David Bowie

Young Americans Lyrics

    They pulled in just behind the fridge
    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 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
    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
    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

    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 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 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
    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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