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 David Bowie Young Americans LyricsThey 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} Send "Young Americans" Ringtone to your Mobile
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