歌词名称：Young Americans
歌手：David Bowie
Bowie David
Young Americans
Young Americans
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, but
{Chorus, *she* version}
All night
*She* wants the young American
Young American, young American, *she* wants the young American
All right
but *she* wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture window,
Doo-doo-doo-woo she finds the slinky vagabond
Doo-doo-doo-woo He coughs as he passes up her red Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing,
Doo-doo-doo-woo misses a step and cuts his hand. But
Doo-doo-doo-woo showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papas' heroes gone?"
{chorus, *she* version}
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
{chorus, *he* version}
All night
*He* wants the young American
Young American, young American, *He* wants the young American
All right
but *He* wants the young American
Do you remember
your President Nixon?
Doo-doo-doo-woo Do you remember
the bills you have to pay,
or even yesterday?
Have you have been an un-American?
Doo-doo-doo-woo Just you and your idol singing falsetto
Doo-doo-doo-woo 'bout leather, leather everywhere, and
not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
Doo-doo-doo-woo in case, just in case of depression?
Doo-doo-doo-woo Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,
blushing at all the afro-Sheila's
Ain't that close to love?
Doo-doo-doo-woo Well, ain't that poster love?
Doo-doo-doo-woo Well, it ain't that Barbie doll,
her heart's been broken just like you have
{chorus, *you* version}
All night
*YOU* wants the young American
Young American, young American, *YOU* wants the young American
All right
but *YOU* wants the young American
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 heard the news today, oh boy
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?
{chorus, *I* version}
All night
*I* wants the young American
Young American, young American, *I* wants the young American
All right
but *I* wants the young American