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David Bowie - The Singles Collection - Young Americans
The Singles Collection
Disc 1
01. Space Oddity
02. Changes
03. Starman
04. Ziggy Stardust
05. Suffragette City
06. John, I’m Only Dancing
07. The Jean Genie
08. Drive In Saturday
09. Life on Mars?
10. Sorrow
11. Rebel Rebel
12. Rock & Roll Suicide
13. Diamond Dogs
14. Knock on Wood
15. Young Americans
16. Fame
17. Golden Years
18. TVC 15
19. Sound & Vision
Disc 2
01. Heroes
02. Beauty & the Beast
03. Boys Keep Swinging
04. D.J.
05. Alabama Song
06. Ashes to Ashes
07. Fashion
08. Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)
09. Under Pressure
10. Wild Is the Wind
11. Let’s Dance
12. China Girl
13. Modern Love
14. Blue Jean
15. This Is Not America
16. Dancing in the Street
17. Absolute Beginners
18. Day In Day Out
They pulled in just behind the bridge
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, but

(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
He wants the young American
(Young American, young American)
(He wants the young American)
(All right)
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
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's 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 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)
You want I, I want you (all night)
You want I, I want you
(Young American)