Young Americans - David Bowie
They pulled in just behind the fridge
He laid her down - he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing
Am I still too young"
He kissed then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows she'd've taken anything
All night - she wants the young American
It's all right - but she wants the young American
Scanning life through 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
He 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 wants the young American
It's all right - but she wants the young American
All the way from Washington
Her breadwinner begs of 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
It's all right - but he wants the young American
Do you remember president Nixon
Do you remember the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday
But you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
Pimps got a Cadi - lady got a Chrysler
Black got respect - white got his soul train
Mama's got cramps and look at your hands
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
Ain't there a woman - I can sock in 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 damn song that can make me
Break down and cry
All night - I want the young American
It's all right - but I want the young American
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