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{t:Young Americans}
{st:David Bowie}

[C]They pulled in just behind the fridge 
[G]He laid her down - he frowns
[Dm]Gee my life's a funny thing
[F]Am I still too young
[C]He kissed then and there
[G]She took his ring took his babies
[Dm]It him minutes took her nowhere
[F]Heaven knows she'd've taken anything

[Em]All nig[F#m]ht - she wants the young American
[Em]It's all rig[F#m]ht - but she wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
Heaven forbid she'll taken anything
But the freak and his type - all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand
Showing nothing he swoops like a song
She cries where have all papa's heroes gone

All night - she wants the young American
It's all right - but she wants the young American

All the way from Washington
Her breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for fifty more

All night - she wants the young American
It's all right - but she wants the young American

Do you remember president Nixon
Do you remember all 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}