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 her 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   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   Hut, 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 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   He wants the young American   Young American, young American   He wants the young American   All right   He wants the young American   Do you remember   You're President Clinton?   Do you remember, Bill, 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   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   You want the young American   Young American, young American   You want the young American   All right   You want the young American   Yen 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 trained   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?   All night   I want the young American   Young American, young American   I want the young American   All right   I want the young American