Young Americans (Single Version) (1998 Digital Remaster) --David Bowie
They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays he 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 no where
Heaven knows she'd've taken anything
She wants the young American
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 had
He wants the young American
But He wants the young American
Do you remember
Your President Nixon
Do you remember
The bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimps' got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Blacks got respect uhh whites got his soul train
Mamas' got cramps and look at your hands ache
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
Wants the I young American
Young American
But I wants the young American
Young American young American