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PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Lead Vocals
Ava Cherry
Ava Cherry
Background Vocals
Luther Vandross
Luther Vandross
Background Vocals
Robin Clark
Robin Clark
Background Vocals
Willie Weeks
Willie Weeks
Bass Guitar
Andy Newmark
Andy Newmark
Drums
Carlos Alomar
Carlos Alomar
Rhythm Guitar
Mike Garson
Mike Garson
Piano
David Sanborn
David Sanborn
Alto Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Visconti
Tony Visconti
Producer
Carl Paruolo
Carl Paruolo
Engineer
Mike Hutchinson
Mike Hutchinson
Tape Operator

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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've taken anything, but
[Verse 2]
(All night)
She wants the young American
(Young American, young American)
(She wants the young American)
(All night)
But she wants the young American
[Verse 3]
All the way from Washington
Her breadwinner bags off the bathroom floor, we
Lived for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?
[Verse 4]
(All night)
He wants the young American
(Young American, young American)
(He wants the young American)
(All right) All right
He wants the young American
[Verse 5]
Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay?
Or even yesterday?
[Verse 6]
You ain't a pimp, you ain't a hustler
(Young American, young American)
A pimp's got a Caddy and a lady got a Chrysler
(All night)
Black's got respect, and white's got a 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
(All night)
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?
(Young American, young American)
(He wants the young American)
Ain't there a pen that will write me 'for they die?
(All night)
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?
[Verse 7]
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, young American)
I want what you want
(I want the young American)
I want what you want
You want what I
(All night)
Written by: David Bowie
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