Young Americans - Live in Detroit, 20th October 1974

He pulls her down behind the fridge

Takes her down, he frowns

Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?

She takes his hand in prayer

She takes his ring, takes his babies

Takes him minutes, takes her nowhere

Heaven knows, she'd take anything, but

(All night)

All night, she wants a young American

(Young American, young American)

(She wants the young American)

All night

She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window

She spies her sneaky vagabond

Curses as he passes her Ford Mustang

Heaven knows, she'll take anything

But the freak, and his type, all for nothing

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)

All night, she wants the young American

(Young American, young American)

(She wants the young American)

(All right)

She wants the young American

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)

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, President Nixon? (ooh)

Do you remember, the bills you have to pay?

Or even yesterday?

Have been the young American? (ooh)

Just you and your idol singing falsetto (ooh)

'Bout leather, leather everywhere, and

Not a myth left in the ghetto

Well, well, would you carry a razor (ooh)

Just in case, in case of depression? (ooh)

Sit on your hands with a bus of survivors

Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners

Ain't that close to love?

Ain't that close to love?

It ain't no Barbie doll

Her heart's been broken just like you

(All night)

All night you want the young American

(Young American, young American)

(You want the young American)

All right

But you're lookin' for the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

A pimp's got a Cadi', lady's got a Chrysler

Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train

Mama's got cramps, and look at my hands shake

(I heard the news today, oh boy)

I got a suite and you got defeat

(All right) Ain't there a man I can sock on the jaw?

Ain't there a woman who can say no more?

(Young American, young American) Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

(I want the young American) Ain't there a... church?

(All right) Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?

Oh, ain't there a song that can make me

Break down and cry?

All night

All night, I want the young American

(Young American, young American)

(I want the young American) Yeah, yeah

All right

All night, I want the young American

(Young American, young American) I want what you want

(I want the young American) and you want what I want

(All right) I want you, you want I

I want, you want, I want, you want, I-

(Young American, young American, I want the young American) Oh-oh

(All right) Just lookin' for the young American

All night I want the young American