Danny Michel - Young Americans lyrics

They pulled in just behind the fridge 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, it took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything And all night She was a young American Young American, young American She was a young American All night She was a young American Scanning life through the picture window She finds a slinky vagabond He coughs as he pa**es her Ford Mustang Heaven forbid, she'd have take anything But the freak and his type offer nothing 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 was a young American All the way from Washington Her breadwinner begs on the bathroom floor Live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more? All night She was a young American Young American, young American She was a young American Alright She was a young American Do you remember your President Nixon? Do you remember all the bills you had to pay For even yesterday? Have you been the un-American? Just you and your idol sing falsetto Leather, leather everywhere And not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, you carry a razor Just in case of a case of depression Sit on your hands on the buses of life Laughing at all them apple sheeners Ain't that close to love? Ain't that poster love? That ain't no Barbie doll Her heart's been broken just like you all And all night She was a young American Young American, young American She was a young American Alright She was a young American You ain't a pimp, and you ain't a hustler The pimp's got a Caddy, and the lady's got a Chrysler And black's got respect, and white's got his soul train Mama's got cramps, baby, look at your hand shake I read the news today, oh boy We got a suite, and you got the feeeling Ain't there a man who could say "no more"? Ain't there no woman I could sock on the jaw? Ain't there a child I could hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? There ain't no one damn song That can make me break down and cry All night She was a young American Young American, young American She was a young American All night She was a young American