Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Americans, artist - Durand Jones & The Indications. Date of issue: 28.01.2020
Song language: English
Young Americans |
| 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 |
| (She) |
| All night |
| She wants the young american |
| Young american, young american, she wants the young american |
| All right |
| She wants the young american |
| Scanning life through the picture window |
| She finds the slinky vagabond |
| He coughs as he passes 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?» |
| (She) |
| All night |
| She wants the young american |
| Young american, young american, she wants the young american |
| All right |
| 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?» |
| (He) |
| All night |
| He wants the young american |
| Young american, young american, he wants the young american |
| All right |
| He wants the young american |
| Do you remember, your president Nixon? |
| Do you remember, the bills you have to pay |
| Or even yesterday? |
| Have you have been an un-american? |
| Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout |
| Leather, leather everywhere, and |
| Not a myth left from the ghetto |
| Well, well, well, would you carry a razor |
| In case, just in case of depression? |
| Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors |
| Blushing at all the afro-sheilas |
| Ain’t that close to love? |
| Well, ain’t that poster love? |
| Well, it ain’t that barbie doll |
| Her heart’s been broken just like you have |
| (You) |
| All night |
| You want the young american |
| Young american, young american, you want the young american |
| All right |
| You want the young american |
| 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 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? |
| (I) |
| All night |
| I want the young american |
| Young american, young american, i want the young american |
| All right |
| I want the young american |