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}

*She* wants the young American

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}

*She* wants the young American

But *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{chorus, *he* version}

*He* wants the young American

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}

*YOU* wants the young American

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 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}

*I* wants the young American

But *I* wants the young American

*I* wants the young American

But *I* wants the young American

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