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 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-Sheeners   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      CHORUS (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 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 hands 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?   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?      CHORUS (I) (repeat 3 times ad lib)   All night   I want the young American   Young American, young American, I want the young American   All right   I want the young American