Carlo Paruolo - Young Americans lyrics

[Verse 1] They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her 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 nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but [Chorus] All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the Young American All right She wants the young American [Verse 2] Scanning life through the picture window(uhuh) She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he pa**es her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing He misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries Where have all Papa's heroes gone? [Chorus] All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the Young American All right She wants the young American [Bridge] 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?" [Chorus] All night He wants the young American Young American, young American He wants the young American All right He wants the young American [Verse 3] Do you remember, your President Nixon? (huuhu) Do you remember, the bills you have to pay? Or even yesterday? Have been the un-American? (huuhu) Just you and your idol sing falsetto (huuhu) 'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor (huuhu) In case, just in case of depression? (huuhu) Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Blushing 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 and [Chorus] All night (All night )You want the young American Young American, young American, you want the Young American All right You want the young American [Verse 4] You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train Mama's 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 who 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] All night I want the young American Young American, young American, I want the young American All right I want the young American Young American Young American, young American, I want the young American All night You and I I want you I Young American, young American, I want the young American All right I want the young American Young American, young American, I want the young American All night