Kids in America
Looking out a dirty old window.Down below the cars in the city go rushing by.I sit here alone and I wonder why.
Friday night and everyone's moving.I can feel the heat but it's soothing.Heading down, I search for the beat in this dirty town.
Down town the young ones are going.Down town the young ones are growing.We're the kids in America. (Woho)We're the kids in America. (Woho)Everybody lives for the music-go-round.
Bright ligths, the music gets faster.Look boy, don't check on your watch, not another glance.I'm not leaving now, honey! Not a chance!
Hot-shot, give me no problems.Much later baby you'll be saying: "Never mind".You know life is cruel, life is never kind.
Kind hearts don't make a new story.Kind hearts don't grab any glory.We're the kids in America. (Woho)We're the kids in America. (Woho)Everybody lives for the music-go-round.(La la la la la la...)
Come closer, Honey! That's better.Got to get a brand new experience,Feeling right.Oh don't try to stop baby,Hold me tight!
Outside a new day is dawning.Outside Suburbia's sprawling everywhere.I don't want to go baby.New York to East California.There's a new wave coming, I warn you.
We're the kids in America. (Woho)We're the kids in America. (Woho)Everybody lives for the music-go-round.(La la la la la la...)
(We're the kidsWe're the kidsWe're the kids in America ...)