Young Americans [Bowie]

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 night)
But she wants the young American

Stemming life through the picture window, she
Finds the slinky vegabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'd take anything

But the freak and his type, all for nothing
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)
Yeah, yeah
(She wants the young American)
Oh, yeah
(Alright)
Well, she wants the young American

All the way from Washington
Her breadwinner begs off the bathroom floor, "We
Live for just these twenty years, do we
Have to die for the fifty more?" and

All night
He wants the young American
(Young American, young American)
So, brother
(He wants the young American)
Mmm, mmm, mmm
(Alright)
Alright, but he wants the young American

Do you remember
Your President Nixon?
(Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo)
Do you remember
The bills you have to pay or even yesterday?

Have you been an hung American?
(Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo)
Just you and your idol-sing falsetto, 'bout
(Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo)
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto

Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
(Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo)
In the case, just in case of depression?
(Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo)
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-sheeners

Ain't that close to love?
(Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo)
Well, ain't that poster love?
(Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo)
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)
Young American
(You want the young American)
Alright
Alright
You want 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's got a Chrysler (You want the young American)
Black's got respect and white's got his soul train (All night)
Mama got cramps and look at your hands ache

(I heard the news today, oh, boy)

I got a suite and you got defeat

And ain't there a man who can say no more? (All night)
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)
And ain't there a pen that will write before they die? (You want the young American)
And ain't you proud that you've still got faces? (Alright)

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)
Young American
(I want the young American)
Alright
I want the young American, young American

I want what you want (Young American, young American)
But you want what I want (I want the young American)
You want what I, I want you (All night)
You want I, I want you want

I want what you want (Young American, young american)
But you want what I want (I want the young American)
You want I, I want you (Alright)
And all I want is the young American

Young American
(Young American, young American)
Young American
(I want the young American)
Ooo, ooo, ooo
(Alright)