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Young Americans was released on January 27, 2004 by Rhino/Elektra as a part of the album Join the Dots: B-Sides and Rarities, 1978-2001
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Release DateJanuary 27, 2004
LabelRhino/Elektra
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Cure
The Cure
Performer
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Guitar, Vocals, Keyboards
Simon Gallup
Simon Gallup
Bass Guitar, Keyboards
Perry Bamonte
Perry Bamonte
Guitar, Keyboards
Roger O'Donnell
Roger O'Donnell
Keyboards
Jason Cooper
Jason Cooper
Drums, Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Producer
STEVE LYON
STEVE LYON
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They pulled in just behind the fridge
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
[Verse 2]
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American
She wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
[Verse 3]
Scannin' life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
But, heaven forbid, she could 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?
[Verse 4]
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American
She wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
[Verse 5]
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We lived for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?
[Verse 6]
All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American
He wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American
[Verse 7]
Do you remember
President Clinton?
Do you remember
Bill, you have to pay
Or even yesterday?
[Verse 8]
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 a case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands, on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have
[Verse 9]
All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American
You want the young American
All right
You want the young American
[Verse 10]
You're not a pimp, and you not a hustler
The pimp's got a Caddy and the lady's got a Chrysler
Blacks 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 in the jaw?
Ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
And 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
Breakdown and cry?
[Verse 11]
Breakdown and cry?
[Verse 12]
All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American
All right
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American
All night
You want
Oh, you want
Young American, young American
I want the young American
All right
Young American, young American, young American
I want the young American
I want the young American
I want the young American
I want the young American
I want the young American
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American
Young American, young American
I want the young American
Written by: David Bowie
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