YOUNG AMERICANS

They pulled in just behind the fridge He laid her down- he frowns “Gee my life's a funny thing Am I still too young” He kissed then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows she'd've taken anything All night-she wants the Young American Its all right- 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 take 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 Its 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 the fifty more” All night-he wants the Young American Its all right- but he wants the Young American Do you remember president Nixon Do you remember the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday Now you have been the un-American Just you and your id 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 Ain't that poster love Well it ain't that barbie doll Her hearts have been broken just like you All night-you want the Young American Its all right-you want the Young American But you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler Pimps got a cadi- lady got a Chrysler Black got respect- white got his soul train Mama's got cramps and look at your hands (I heard the news today oh boy) I got a suite and you got defeat Ain't there a man- who can say no more Ain't there a woman- I can sock on the jaw Ain't there a child- I can hold without judging Ain't there a pen-that will write before they die Ain't you pround- that you've still got faces And ain't there one damn song that can make me Break down and cry All night-I want the Young American Its all right-I want the Young American Its all right-I want the Young American Its all right-I want the Young American