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Lyrics by: David Bowie
# Debut Chart
28 Mar '75 Hot 100

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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 (CHORUS) 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 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 (CHORUS) 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 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 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 Barbie doll Her heart's been broken Just like you have All night All night, 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 Caddy 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, I want the young American Young American, young American I want the young American All night, all right I want the young American Young American Young American, young American I want what you want I want the young American I want what you want All right, you want the young American You want what I, I want you You want I, I want you Young Americans...........

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