Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture windows
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady’s got a Chrysler
Young American, young American
Young American, young American
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
I want the young American
She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
All right
All night
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor?
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands shake
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
In case, just in case of depression
She finds the slinky vagabond
All night
All night
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
All night
All the way from Washington
Do you remember your President Nixon?
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Her heart's been broken just like you have
All night
Have you been a hung American?
Young American, young American
Young American, young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners
Young American, young American
Not a myth, left from the ghetto
I want the young American
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
Break down and cry?
Young American, young American
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
I got a suite and you got defeat
He kissed her then and there
He frowns, gee my life's a funny thing
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Ain't that close to love?
I want the young American
All night
Or even yesterday?
Do you remember the bills you have to pay
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll?
Well, ain't that poster love?
She wants the young American
All night
She took his ring, took his babies
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
"We live for just these twenty years
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Am I still too young?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
He wants the young American
But the freak and his type, all for nothing
Young American, young American
All night
Young American, young American
He wants the young American
All right
All night
All night
