Young Americans

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
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window (uhuh)
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 been the un-American? (huuhu)
Just you and your idol sing falsetto (huuhu)
'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto

Well, well, well, would you carry a razor (huuhu)
In case, just in case of depression? (huuhu)
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? No baby
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her hearts have been broken just like you and

All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American
He wants the Young American
All right
He was the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler (Young American, young American)
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler (He wants the Young American)
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train (All right)
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 who can say no more? (All right)
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)
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? (He wants the Young American)
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? (All right)
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
I want the young American

All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American

All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American
All night