Young Americans (Single Version)

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)
But she wants the young American

All the way from Washington
Her breadwinner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these 20 years do we have to die for the 50 more?"

(All night)
He wants the young American
(Young American, young American)
(He wants the young American)
(All right)
But he wants the young American

Do you remember your President Nixon? (Woo-woo-oo)
Do you remember the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday?

You ain't a pimp, and you ain't a hustler (young American, young American)
A pimp's got a Caddy and a lady got a Chrysler (you want the young American)
(All night) 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 (all night)
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? (young American, young American)
And ain't there a pen that will write before they die? (All night)
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 wants the young American)
(All right)

Well, I want the young American, young American
(Young American, young American)
I want what you want, I want what you want (I want the young American)
(All night) You want me, I want you, you want I, I want you, want
(Young American, young American)



Credits
Writer(s): David Bowie
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