Young Americans

[Verse 1]

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, took her nowhere

Heaven knows she'd have taken anything

[Chorus 1]

All night, she wants the young American

Young American, young American

She wants the young American

All right, she wants the young American

[Verse 2]

Scanning life through the picture window

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang

Heaven forbid, she can take anything

But the freak and his type, all for nothing

He misses a step and cuts his hand

Showing nothing, he swoops like a song

She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

[Chorus 1]

All night, she wants the young American

Young American, young American

She wants the young American

All right, she wants the young American

[Bridge]

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?"

[Chorus 2]

All night, he wants the young American

Young American, young American

He wants the young American

All right, he wants the young American

[Verse 3]

Do you remember, President Clinton?

Do you remember, Bill, you have to pay

Or 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 a 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, ain't that poster love?

Well, it ain't that Barbie doll?

Her heart's been broken just like you

[Chorus 3]

All night, you want the young American

Young American, young American

You want the young American

All right, you want the young American

[Verse 4]

You're not a pimp and you're not 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 who can 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?

Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?

[Refrain]

Break down and cry

[Chorus 4]

All night, I want the young American

Young American, young American

I want the young American

All right, I want the young American

[Outro]

Young American, young American

I want the young American

You want the young American

You want all of the young American

All right, young American

Young American, young American

I want the young American

I want the young American

I want the young American