They pulled in just behind the fridge,he lays he 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 no-where Heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but { Chorus, *she* version }[ 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,[ Doo-doo-doo-woo] she finds the slinky vagabond [ Doo-doo-doo-woo] He coughs as he passes up her red Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing,[ Doo-doo-doo-woo] misses a step and cuts his hand. But [ Doo-doo-doo-woo] showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries " Where have all Papas' heroes gone?" {chorus, *she* version } 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?", had {chorus, *he* version } Do you rememberyour President Nixon?[ Doo-doo-doo-woo] Do you rememberthe bills you have to pay,or even yesterday? Have you have been an un- American?[ Doo-doo-doo-woo] Just you and your idol singing falsetto [ Doo-doo-doo-woo] 'bout leather, leather everywhere, andnot a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor [ Doo-doo-doo-woo] in case, just in case of depression?[ Doo-doo-doo-woo] Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,blushing at all the afro- Sheila's Ain't that close to love?[ Doo-doo-doo-woo] Well, ain't that poster love?[ Doo-doo-doo-woo] Well, it ain't that Barbie doll,her heart's been broken just like you have {chorus, *you* version } You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler A pimps' got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler Blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train Mamas' 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 mebreak down and cry? {chorus, *I* version } {chorus, *I* version } {chorus, *I* version }
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