Lyrics - Young Americans by Bowie David

They pulled in just behind the fridge,he lays he 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 no-where
Heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but{
Chorus, *she* version}[
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,[
Doo-doo-doo-woo] she finds the slinky vagabond[
Doo-doo-doo-woo]
He coughs as he passes up her red
Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing,[
Doo-doo-doo-woo] misses a step and cuts his hand.
But[
Doo-doo-doo-woo] showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "
Where have all
Papas' heroes gone?"{chorus, *she* version}
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?", had{chorus, *he* version}
Do you rememberyour
President
Nixon?[
Doo-doo-doo-woo]
Do you rememberthe bills you have to pay,or even yesterday?
Have you have been an un-
American?[
Doo-doo-doo-woo]
Just you and your idol singing falsetto[
Doo-doo-doo-woo] 'bout leather, leather everywhere, andnot a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor[
Doo-doo-doo-woo] in case, just in case of depression?[
Doo-doo-doo-woo]
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,blushing at all the afro-
Sheila's
Ain't that close to love?[
Doo-doo-doo-woo]
Well, ain't that poster love?[
Doo-doo-doo-woo]
Well, it ain't that
Barbie doll,her heart's been broken just like you have{chorus, *you* version}
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimps' got a
Cadi and a lady got a
Chrysler
Blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train
Mamas' 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 you 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 mebreak down and cry?{chorus, *
I* version}{chorus, *
I* version}{chorus, *
I* version}

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