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Young Americans Karaoke

David Bowie

LyricsYoung Americans

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

She wants

The young American

But she wants

The young American

Scanning life through

The picture window

She finds

A slinky vaga bond

He coughs

As he passes up

Her red mustang

Heaven forbid

She'd take anything

But the freak

And his type

All for nothing

Misses a step and

Cuts his hand but

Showing nothing

He swoops

Like a song she cries

Where have all papa's

Heroes gone

She wants

The young American

Yeah yeah

Alright

But she wants

The young American

All the way from

Washington

Her breadwinner begs

Off the bathroom floor

We live for just these

Twenty years

Do we have to die

For the fifty more and

All night

He wants

The young American

Yes he does

Mm hmm hmm eh

Alright

But 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 been an

Un-American

Just you and your idol

Sing in' falsetto about

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 the bus of survivors

Blushing at all

The afro-sheenas

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 and

All night ya want

The young American

Young American

Alright

Alright

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

Blacks got respect uh

Whites got his Soul Train

Mama's got cramps and

Look at your hands ache

I got a suite and

You got defeat

Ain't there a man

Who 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 and

Ain't there a pen

That will write

Before they die

Ain't you proud that

You still got faces

Ain't there

One **** song

That can make me

Break down and cry

All night

I want the

Young American

Young American

Alright

I want the

Young American

Young American

I want what you want

I want what you want

You want what I

I want you you want I

I want you want

I want what you want

Do you want

What I want too

You want I

I want you

And all I want is the

Young American

The young American

Young American

Mm hmm

Composer
David Bowie
Lyrics
David Bowie
Publisher
Emi Music Publishing Scandinavia Ab, Bmg Rights Management (scandinavia) Ab, Warner Chappell Music Scand Ab