They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down-he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows she'dve taken anything
All night-she want s the young American
Young American, young American
she wants the young American
It's all right-but she wants the young American
Scanning life thru the picture window
Do you remember your President Nixon?
So you remember the bills you have to pay
or even yesterday?
Have you been the un-American
Just you and your id 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?
All night-you want the young American
Young American, young American
you want the young American
It's all right-you want the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler