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Young Americans (Original Single Edit) [2014 Remastered Version]

"Young Americans (Original Single Edit) [2014 Remastered Version]" Lyrics by David 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 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


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 a 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


He wants the young American


Young American, young American, he wants the young American


All right


He wants the young American


Do you remember, your President Nixon?


Do you remember, the bills you have to pay


For even yesterday?





Have you have 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


All night was a young American


Young American, young American, you want the young American


All right


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 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 d*** song that can make me


Break down and cry?


All night


I want the young American


Young American, young American, I want the young American


All right


I want the young American, young American whoa whoa





Young American, young American


I want what you want


I want what you want


You want more


I want you


You want I


I want you


I want what you want


But you want what you want


You want I


I want you


And all I want is a young American


Young American

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