Young Americans

Intro:        (4x) They pulled in just behind the fridge He lays her down-he frowns "Gee my life’s a funny thing He kissed her then and there She took his ring took his babies It took him minutes took her nowhere Heaven knows she’dve taken anything All night-she want s the young American Young American young American she wants the young American It’s all right-but she wants the young American Scanning life thru the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang Heaven forbid she’ll take anything But the freak and his type-all for nothing Misses a step and cuts his hand Showing nothing he swoops like a song She cries "where have all papa’s heroes gone?" All night-she want s the young American Young American young American she wants the young American It’s all right-but she wants the young American All the way from Washington He breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor "Live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more?" All night-he want s the young American Young American young American he wants the young American It’s all right-but he wants the young American... (        ) Do you remember your President Nixon? So you remember the bills you have to pay or even yesterday? (          ) Have you been the un-American Just you and your id 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-sheeners Ain’t that close to love? Well ain’t that poster love? Well it ain’t that brbie doll Her hearts have been broken just like you All night-you want  the young American Young American young American         you want the young American It’s all right-you want the young American You ain’t a pimp and you ain’t a hustler Pimps got a Caddy-lady got a Chrysler Black’s got respect-white’s got his soul train Mama’s got cramps and look at your hands hey "I heard the news today oh boy" I got-suite and you got defeat Ain’t there a man-who could say no more Ain’t there a woman-I can sock on the jaw 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 and ain’t there one *** 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 It’s all right-I want the young American