Young Americans piano leadsheet with chords

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.

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 breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor.

We live for just these twenty years till 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, 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.

Pimps got a Cadi and a lady's got a Chrysler.

Blacks got respect and white got his soul train.

Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands,

hey. (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 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 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.

Young American, young American, I want the young American.

All right.