Young Americans (Bowie David)

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