Young Americans
Ton : AEnglish
Intro
C Dm F G (4x)
Couplet
CThey pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays Dmher down-he frowns
"FGee my life's a funny thing
AmI Gstill too young"
CHe kissed her then and there
She took his ring Dmtook his babies
It Ftook him minutes took her nowhere
GHeaven knows she'd've taken anything
Refrain
FAll Gnight-she wants the young American
CYoung DmAmerican young American
She wants the young American
It's Fall Gright-but she wants the young American
Couplet
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?"
Refrain
All night-she wants the young American
Young American young American
She wants the young American
It's all right-but she wants the young American
Couplet
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?"
Refrain
All night-he wants 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
Pont
AmDo you remember Gyour CPresident Nixon?
AmSo you remember Gthe bills you Fhave to pay
Or even Eyesterday?
D G G D A
Couplet
DHave you been the un-American
EmJust you and your id singing falsetto 'bout
GLeather leather everywhere and
ANot a myth left from the Ghetto
DWell well well would you carry a razor?
EmIn case just in case of depression
GSit on your hands on a bus of survivors
ABlushing 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 hearts have been broken just like you
Refrain
GAll Anight-you want the young American
DYoung American young American Em
You want the young American
It's Gall Aright-you want the young American
Couplet
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...
Refrain
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