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    "Young Americans [Dick Cavett Show]" Lyrics

    David Bowie

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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

    All night
    Young American, young American
    She wants the young American
    All night

    Scanning life through the picture windows
    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?"

    All night
    Young American, young American
    She wants the young American
    All night

    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
    Young American, young American
    He wants the young American
    All right

    Do you remember your President Nixon?
    Do you remember the bills you have to pay
    Or even yesterday?

    Have you been a hung 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
    Young American, young American
    He wants the young American
    All right

    You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
    A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady?s got a Chrysler
    Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
    Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands shake

    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
    Young American, young American
    I want the young American

    All night
    Young American, young American
    I want the young American

    All night
    Young American, young American
    I want the young American

    All night
    Young American, young American
    I want the young American
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, EMI Music Publishing, TINTORETTO MUSIC.
    Written by David Bowie.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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