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Young Americans

David Bowie

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Intro:        (4x)
They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down-he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing
<u>Am</u> 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'dve taken anything
All night-she want s the young American
Young American young American
she wants the young American
It's all right-but she wants the young American
Scanning life thru the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
Heaven forbid she'll take anything
But the freak and his type-all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand
Showing nothing he swoops like a song
She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"
All night-she want s the young American
Young American young American
she wants the young American
It's all right-but she wants the young American
All the way from Washington
He breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor
"Live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
All night-he want s the young American
Young American young American
he wants the young American
It's all right-but he wants the young American...
(        )
Do you remember your President Nixon?
So you remember the bills you have to pay
or even yesterday?
(          )
Have you been the un-American
Just you and your id 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-sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Well ain't that poster love?
Well it ain't that brbie doll
Her hearts have been broken just like you
All night-you want  the young American
Young American young American        
you want the young American
It's all right-you want the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
Pimps got a Caddy-lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect-white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps and look at your hands hey
"I heard the news today oh boy"
I got-suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man-who could say no more
Ain't there a woman-I can sock on the jaw
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
and ain't there one *** 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
It's all right-I want the young American

Young Americans

David Bowie

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