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Bowie David

Young Americans

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They pulled in just behind the fridge,he lays he 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 babiesIt took him minutes, took her no-whereHeaven knows, she`d`ve taken anything, but{Chorus, *she* version}[All night]*She* wants the young American[Young American, young American, *she* wants the young American][All right]but *she* wants the young AmericanScanning life through the picture window,[Doo-doo-doo-woo] she finds the slinky vagabond[Doo-doo-doo-woo] He coughs as he passes up her red Mustang, butHeaven forbid, she take anythingBut the freak, and his type, all for nothing,[Doo-doo-doo-woo] misses a step and cuts his hand. But[Doo-doo-doo-woo] showing nothing, he swoops like a songShe cries "Where have all Papas` heroes gone?"{chorus, *she* version}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?", had{chorus, *he* version}Do you rememberyour President Nixon?[Doo-doo-doo-woo] Do you rememberthe bills you have to pay,or even yesterday?Have you have been an un-American?[Doo-doo-doo-woo] Just you and your idol singing falsetto[Doo-doo-doo-woo] `bout leather, leather everywhere, andnot a myth left from the ghettoWell, well, well, would you carry a razor[Doo-doo-doo-woo] in case, just in case of depression?[Doo-doo-doo-woo] Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,blushing at all the afro-Sheila`sAin`t that close to love?[Doo-doo-doo-woo] Well, ain`t that poster love?[Doo-doo-doo-woo] Well, it ain`t that Barbie doll,her heart`s been broken just like you have{chorus, *you* version}You ain`t a pimp and you ain`t a hustlerA pimps` got a Cadi and a lady got a ChryslerBlacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul trainMamas` got cramps, and look at your hands ache[I heard the news today, oh boy]I got a suite and you got defeatAin`t there a man you can say no more?, andAin`t there a woman I can sock on the jaw?, andAin`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 mebreak down and cry?{chorus, *I* version}{chorus, *I* version}{chorus, *I* version}