歌手:David Bowie
专辑:《Who Can I Be Now? (1974 - 1976)》

作曲 : David Bowie
They pulled in just behind the bridge
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 have taken anything
All night
She wants the young American
Young American
Young American
She was a young American
All night
She wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture window
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
She wants the young American
Young American young American she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
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
He wants the young American
Young American young American he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American
Do you remember your president Clinton
Do you remember bill you have to pay
Or even yesterday
Have you have been an un 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 sheilas
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
You want the young American
Young American young American you want the young American
All right
You want the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect and white's got his soul train
Mama's 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
All night
I want the young American
Young American young American I want the young American
All right
I want the young American
Young American
I want you want
I want you want
You want I, I want you
You want I, I want you want…