They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her 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 nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but All night 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 windows 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 Nixon? Do you remember, the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday Have you 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 And 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 Young American, young American, I want the young American (I want with you, I want with you, want) All right (You want it, I want you, you, you want I, I want you want) Young American, young American, I want the young American (I want to want, to want, to want, to want I, I want you) All right (Lord, I wanted the young American) (Young American) Young American, young American I want the young American
They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her 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 nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but All night 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 windows 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 Nixon? Do you remember, the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday Have you 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 And 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 Young American, young American, I want the young American (I want with you, I want with you, want) All right (You want it, I want you, you, you want I, I want you want) Young American, young American, I want the young American (I want to want, to want, to want, to want I, I want you) All right (Lord, I wanted the young American) (Young American) Young American, young American I want the young American
“Young Americans” reflete a obsessão de Bowie por música soul, sendo uma fusão de imagens políticas e sociais sobre a América que ele via.
Luther Vandross contribuiu com vocais de apoio na gravação da faixa, antes de se tornar uma grande estrela da música.
O saxofonista David Sanborn ajudou a arranjar as partes de saxofone e os vocais de apoio para todo o álbum.
Na versão original de rádio, a canção pula do primeiro refrão direto para a ponte, omitindo o segundo verso e um refrão adicional, e também corta do terceiro verso para o quarto.
“Young Americans” foi classificada em 486º lugar na lista das 500 Maiores Canções de Todos os Tempos da Rolling Stone.
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