David Bowie

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C
They pulled in just behind the bridge
    Dm
He lays her down-he frowns
  F
"Gee my life's a funny thing
   G
Am I still too young"

C
He kissed her then and there
              Dm
She took his ring, took his babies
    F
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
 G
Heaven knows she'dve taken anything

Chorus:
F    G
All night-she want s the young American
C                      Dm
Young American, young American
she wants the young American
     F    G
It's 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
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?"

chorus

All the way from Washington
He breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor
"Live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"

chorus

Am         Em C                 G
Do you remember your President Nixon?
Am        Em          F
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
         E
or even yesterday?

D
Have you been the un-American
Em
Just you and your id singing falsetto 'bout
G
leather, leather everywhere and
A
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
Her heart's been broken just like you and

Chorus:
(All night)
All night, you want the young American
(Young American) young American
(You want the young American) All right
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 who 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?

Chorus:
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

(Young American, young American)
(I want the young American)
(All night)
You want I, I want you
(Young American, young American)
(I want the young American)
(All right)
All I want is the young American
(Young American, young American)
(I want the young American)
(All night)