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     Young Americans
    >> David Bowie
        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}
    [All night]
    *She* wants the young American
    [Young American, young American, *she* wants the young American]
    [All right]
    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}
    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}
    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 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 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?
    {chorus, *I* version}
    {chorus, *I* version}
    {chorus, *I* version}
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