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 been the un-American?
  Just you and your idol sing 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 hearts have been broken just like you
    [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 who 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