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.
Downtown the young ones are going.
Downtown the young ones are growing.
A. R. We're the kids in America.
(2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round. [End of A.]
Bright ligths and music gets faster.
Look boy, don't check on your watch, not another glance.
I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance.
Hotshots will give me no problems.
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind.
You know life is cruel, life is never kind.
Trying hard to make a little story.
Trying hard to grab a little glory.
[Repeat A.]
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 us coming I warn ya.
[Repeat A.]
R. We're the kids
(3) in America.
Writer(s): Ricky Wilde, Marty Wilde
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