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 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 
 
All night 
Young American, young American 
She wants the young American 
All night 
 
Scanning life through the picture windows 
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?" 
 
All night 
Young American, young American 
She wants the young American 
All night 
 
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?" 
 
All night 
Young American, young American 
He wants the young American 
All right 
 
Do you remember your President Nixon? 
Do you remember the bills you have to pay 
Or even yesterday? 
 
Have you been a hung 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-Sheeners 
 
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 
 
All night 
Young American, young American 
He wants the young American 
All right 
 
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler 
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady?s got a Chrysler 
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train 
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands shake 
 
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? 
 
All night 
Young American, young American 
I want the young American 
 
All night 
Young American, young American 
I want the young American 
 
All night 
Young American, young American 
I want the young American 
 
All night 
Young American, young American 
I want the young American 
            
 
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