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 night
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
Miss 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 [all night]
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
[All night]
She wants the young American

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
“We have to live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?”

[All night] Oh yeah
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
[All right] Yeah!
He wants the young American
Hey!

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday?

Have you have 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
Well 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

All night [All night] All right!
Young American
Young American, young American, (hey!) you want the young American
[All right]
All right you were 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 hand’s 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? (Woo!)
Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die? (Woo!)
Ain’t you proud that you’ve still got faces? (Woo!)
Ain’t there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?

[All night] All night, ooh yeah
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
[All night]