Young Americans Karaoke David Bowie

Karaoke-nummer Young Americans David Bowie

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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
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?
All night
She wants the young American
Young American young American
Yeah huh huh she wants the young American
All right
But 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
All night he wants the young American
Young American young American so come on mmm mmm mmm he wants the young American
All right
All right but 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
Her hearts have been broken just like you and
All night
All night you want the young American
Young American young American
All night long oh the other day all right you want the young American
All right you want the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
Young American young American a pimp's got a Cadi and you want the young American
A lady got a Chrysler black's got respect and
All right 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? all night
Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw and?
Ain't there a child I can hold without judging and?
Young American young American ain't there a pen that you want the young American
Will write before they die? ain't you proud that
All right you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?
All night
All night
I want the young American
Young American young American a young young young l want the young American
Oh oh oh oh oh
I want the young American
All right young American
Young American young American
I want what you want
I want what you want l want the young American
All night you want for me I want you
You want I
I want you want
I want what you want
Young American young American
But you want what you want you want you want babe l want the young American
All right
I want you
And all I want is a young American young American
Young American young American
Young American l want the young American
All right
Mmm mmm

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