Young Americans
Ton : AEnglish
Intro :
C Dm F G (4x)
TChey pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays Dmher down-he frowns
"FGee my life's a funny thing
AmI stiGll too young"
HCe kissed her then and there
She took his ring toDmok his babies
It toFok him minutes took her nowhere
HGeaven knows she'dve taken anything
AFll niGght-she want s the young American
YCoungDm American young American
she wants the young American
It's alFl riGght-but she wants the young American
Scanning life thru the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
Heaven forbid she'll take anything
But the freak and his type-all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand
Showing nothing he swoops like a song
She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"
All night-she want s the young American
Young American young American
she wants the young American
It's all right-but she wants the young American
All the way from Washington
He breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor
"Live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
All night-he want s the young American
Young American young American
he wants the young American
It's all right-but he wants the young American...
Am G F G
DAmo you remember yoGur PresCident Nixon?
SAmo you remember tGhe bills you Fhave to pay
or even yesteErday?
D G G D A
HDave you been the un-American
JEmust you and your id singing falsetto 'bout
lGeather leather everywhere and
nAot a myth left from the Ghetto
WDell well well would you carry a razor?
IEmn case just in case of depression
SGit on your hands on a bus of survivors
BAlushing at all the afro-sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Well ain't that poster love?
Well it ain't that brbie doll
Her hearts have been broken just like you
AGll nAight-you want the young American
YDoung American young American Em
you want the young American
It's Gall Aright-you want the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
Pimps got a Caddy-lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect-white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps and look at your hands hey
"I heard the news today oh boy"
I got-suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man-who could say no more
Ain't there a woman-I can sock on the jaw
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
and ain't there one *** song that can make me
break down and cry...
All night-I want the young American
Young American young American
I want the young American
It's all right-I want the young American