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David Bowie - Best of Bowie - Young Americans
Best of Bowie
Disc 1
01. Space Oddity
02. The Man Who Sold the World
03. Changes
04. Life on Mars?
05. Moonage Daydream
06. Suffragette City
07. Ziggy Stardust
08. All the Young Dudes
09. The Jean Genie
10. Panic in Detroit
11. Rebel Rebel
12. Diamond Dogs
13. Young Americans
14. Fame
15. Golden Years
16. TVC15
17. Sound and Vision
18. “Heroes”
19. D.J.
Disc 2
01. Ashes to Ashes
02. Fashion
03. Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)
04. Under Pressure
05. Cat People (Putting Out Fire)
06. Let’s Dance
07. China Girl
08. Modern Love
09. Blue Jean
10. This Is Not America
11. Dancing in the Street
12. Absolute Beginners
13. Time Will Crawl
14. Under the God
15. Jump They Say
16. The Hearts Filthy Lesson
17. I’m Afraid of Americans (V1)
18. Thursday’s Child
19. Slow Burn
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 a young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All night
But she wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
But Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
Well, 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)
Well, he wants the young American

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

Have been the un-American?
Just you and your idol sing 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?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her hearts have been broken just like you and

All night
All night you want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
You want the young American

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 (I want what you want)
All night (I want what you, you want I)
Young American, want the young American
All right
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right