- David Bowie young Americans 歌詞
- David Bowie
- They pulled in just behind the fridge,
he lays he down, he frowns
'Gee my lifes 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, shedve taken anything, but
[00:49.00][All night]
[00:52.00 ]*She* wants the young American
[00:55.00][Young American, young American, *she* wants the young American]
[01:00.00][All right]
[01:04.00 ]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?'
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
[All night]
*He* wants the young American
[Young American, young American, *He* wants the young American]
[All right]
but *He* wants the young American
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 theghetto
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-Sheilas
Aint that close to love?
[Doo-doo-doo-woo] Well, aint that poster love?
[ Doo-doo-doo-woo] Well, it aint that Barbie doll,
her hearts been broken just like you have
[All night]
*YOU* wants the young American
[Young American , young American, *YOU* wants the young American]
[All right]
but *YOU* wants the young American
You aint a pimp and you aint 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
Aint there a man you can say no more?, and
Aint there a woman I can sock on the jaw?, and
Aint there a child I can hold without judging ?
Aint there a pen that will write before they die?
Aint you proud that youve still got faces?
Aint there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?
[04:22.00][All night]
[04:25.00]*I* wants the young American
[04:28.00][Young American, young American, *I* wants the young American]
[04:35.00][All right]
[04:38.00]but *I* wants the young American
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