They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frownsGee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?
He kissed her then and thereShe took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhereHeaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
CHORUS (SHE)All night
She wants the young AmericanYoung American, young American, she wants the young American
All rightShe wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture windowShe finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, butHeaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothingHe misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a songShe cries Where have all Papa's heroes gone?
CHORUS (SHE)All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floorWe live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?CHORUS (HE)
All nightHe wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young AmericanAll right
He wants the young AmericanDo you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to payOr even yesterday?
Have you have been an un-American?Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, andNot a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razorIn case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivorsBlushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie dollHer heart's been broken just like you have
CHORUS (YOU)All night
You want the young AmericanYoung American, young American, you want the young American
All rightYou want the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustlerA pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul trainMama'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?CHORUS (I) (repeat 3 times)
All nightI want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young AmericanAll right
I want the young American
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