Young Americans (1998 Remaster) - David Bowie
Written 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
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
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 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 right
I want the young American young American
Young American young American
I want is a young American
All night
I want you
