Young Americans

They pulled in just behind the fridge
 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, it took her nowhere
 Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
 All right
 She wants the young american
 Young american, young american
 She wants the young american
 All right
 She wants the young american
 Scanning life through the picture window
 She finds the slinky vagabond
 He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
 Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
 But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
 He 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
 She wants the young american
 All right
 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
 She wants the young american
 Young american, young american
 She wants the young american
 All right
 She wants the young american
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 Do you remember, your president Nixon?
 Do you remember the bills you have to pay?
 Or even yesterday?
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 Have you been an un-american?
 Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
 Leather, leather everywhere, and
 Not a myth left from the ghetto
 Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
 In case, just in case of depression?
 Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
 Blushing at all the afro-sheilas
 Ain't that close to love?
 Well, ain't that poster love?
 Well, it ain't that barbie doll
 Her heart's been broken just like you have
 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 cadi 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 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?
 All night
 She want the young american
 Young american, young american
 She want the young american
 All right
 She want the young american
 Young american, young american
 She want the young american
 All night
 She want the young american
 Young american, young american (she, you, they)
 (Me) all right
 We want the young american