Bowie David
Young Americans
Young Americans
They pulled in just behind the fridge,
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"ve taken anything, but
{Chorus, *she* version}
*She* wants the young American
but *she* wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture window,
she finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes up her red Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing,
misses a step and cuts his hand. But
showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papas" heroes gone?"
{chorus, *she* version}
All the way from Washington,
her bread-winner
