[Originally by David Bowie]



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



[CHORUS (She)]

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

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 (She)]

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?"



[CHORUS (HE)]

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 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

He