Young Americans

C 
They pulled in just behind the fridge 
G 
He laid her down - he frowns 
Dm 
Gee my life‘s a funny thing 
F 
Am I still too young 
C 
He kissed then and there 
G 
She took his ring took his babies 
Dm 
It him minutes took her nowhere 
F 
Heaven knows she‘d‘ve taken anything 
 
Em F#m 
All night - she wants the young American 
Em F#m 
It‘s 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 
Heaven forbid she‘ll taken anything 
But the freak and his type - all for nothing 
He misses a step and cuts his hand 
Showing nothing he swoops like a song 
She cries where have all papa‘s heroes gone 
 
All night - she wants the young American 
It‘s all right - but she wants the young American 
 
All the way from Washington 
Her breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor 
We live for just these twenty years 
Do we have to die for fifty more 
 
All night - she wants the young American 
It‘s all right - but she wants the young American 
 
Do you remember president Nixon 
Do you remember all the bills you have to pay 
or even yesterday ...