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
He wants the young American
Young American, young American
He wants the young American
All right
Well, he wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday?

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady’s got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and White's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands shake

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?

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, young American
I want the young American
All right