Young Americans - Saturday Night At The Movies

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

She wants the young American

Young American young American

She wants the young American

All right

You wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window she

Finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang

Heaven forbid she can take anything

But the freak and his type all for nothing

He misses a step and cuts his hand

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

But you wants the young American

All the way from Washington

Her bread-winner begs off

The bathroom floor

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

She wants the young American

All right

But he wants the young American

Do you remember President Clinton

Do you remember Bill you have to pay

Or even yesterday

Bein' the 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 a case just in case of depression

Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors

Blushing at all the Afro-Sheilas

Ain't ain't that close to love

Well that poster love

Well it ain't that Barbie doll

Her heart's been broken just like you

All night

You want the young American

Young American young American

You want the young American

All right

You want the young American

You're not a pimp and you're not a hustler

The pimp's got a Cadillac the 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 got a suite and you got defeat

Ain't there a man who can say no more

Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw

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

You want the young American

All right

I want the young American

Young American young American

I want what you want

I want what you want

You want I

I want you

You want I

I want what you want

I want what you want

You want what you want

You want I

I want you

All I want is a young American