Текст (слова) песни: David Bowie - Young Americans

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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: David Bowie - Young Americans 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Young Americans: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/4164.html Все тексты песен: David Bowie » David Bowie - I`m A Laser » David Bowie - See Emily Play » David Bowie - Heroes » David Bowie - Tin Machine » David Bowie - Janine » David Bowie - Can`t Help Thinking About Me » David Bowie - No One Calls » David Bowie - Chant of Ever Circling Skeletal Family » David Bowie - Almost Grown » David Bowie - Alabama Song » David Bowie - Subterraneans » David Bowie - Lady Grinning Soul » David Bowie - SegueRamona A. Stone » David Bowie - No Control » David Bowie - Take Me Tip » David Bowie - Black Country Rock » David Bowie - Youve Got a Habit of Leaving » David Bowie - Come And Buy My Toys » David Bowie - There is a Happy Land » David Bowie - Don`t Let Me Down And Down Рекомендуем скачать: » Феликс Даллада - Ах, какие были мальчики... » Фабрика Звезд - Понимаешь » Фидошные песни - Песня компьютеризированных разбойников » Ф.Киркоров - Сюзанн » Филипп Киркоров - Единственная моя » Фристайл - Бессонница » Фрейдкин Марк - ПЕСНЯ ПРО КОСТЮ » Фабрика звезд-3 - Ария министра контроля жироотложения Фзл » Ф.Киркоров - Немного жаль » Фристайл - Белая акация » Фрейдкин Марк - ПЕРВАЯ ПЕСНЯ ПРО ВЭЛА » Филипп Киркоров - Милая » Френсис Гойя - Русский вальс » Фабрика Звезд - Круто ты попал на TV » Фрейдкин Марк - ГРУСТНЫЙ ТВИСТЕЦ » Филипп Киркоров - Огонь и вода » Фидошные песни - D00M themes » Фактор2 - Рейс 666 » Фристайл - Злая доля » Фидошные песни - Десять поинтов
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