Young Americans Lyrics

David Bowie - Young Americans Lyrics

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Young Americans Lyrics

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 remember

your President Nixon?

[Doo-doo-doo-woo] Do you remember

the 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, and

not 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 me

break down and cry?

{chorus, *I* version}

{chorus, *I* version}

{chorus, *I* version}