They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee, my life's a funny thing
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
she'd have taken anything, but
She wants the young American
(Young American, young American)
(She wants the young American)
(All right) 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
Have you been the un-American?
Just you and your idol sing 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
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
and white's got his soul train
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 who can say no more?
I can hold without judging?
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?
I want the young American
(Young American) young American
(I want the young American)
I want the young American, young American
(Young American, young American)
(I want the young American)
(Young American, young American)
(I want the young American)
