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

All night

She wants the young American

Young American, young American

She wants the young American

All right

But she wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

She finds the slinky vagabond (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang

But Heaven forbid, she'll take anything

But the freak and his type, all for nothing (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

He misses a step and cuts his hand, but (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

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

Well, 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

Well, he wants the young American

Do you remember your President Nixon? (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Do you remember the bills you have to pay?

Or even yesterday?

Have you been un-American? (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Just you and your idol singing falsetto (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

'Bout leather, leather everywhere and not a myth left from the ghetto

Well, well, well, would you carry a razor (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

In case, just in case of depression? (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors

Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners

Ain't that close to love? (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Well, ain't that poster love? (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Well, it ain't that Barbie doll

Her heart's been broken just like you, and

All night

All night, you want the young American

Young American, young American

You want the young American

All right

You want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

A pimp's got a Caddy and a lady got a Chrysler

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

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?

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?

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

I want what you want

I want what you want

You want what I, I want you, you want I

I want, you want

I want what you want

Ah-do you want what I want, do ya?

You want I, I want you

And all I want is the young American