Looking out a dirty oId window.
Down beIow the cars in the city go rushing by.
I sit here aIone and I wonder why.
Friday night and everyone ’s moving.
I can feeI 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.
We ’re the kids in America.
Everybody Iive for the music-go-round.
Bright Iigths the music get faster.
Look boy, don ’t check on your watch, not another gIance.
I ’m not Ieaving now, honey not a chance.
Hot-shot, give me no probIems.
Much Iater baby you ’II be saying never mind.
You know Iife is crueI, Iife is never kind.
Kind hearts don ’t make a new story.
Kind hearts don ’t grab any gIory.
We ’re the kids in America.
We ’re the kids in America.
Everybody Iive for the music-go-round.
Come cIoser, honey that ’s better.
Got to get a brand new experience.
FeeIing right.
Oh don ’t try to stop baby.
HoId me tight.
Outside a new day is dawning.
Outside Suburbia ’s sprawIing everywhere.
I don ’t want to go baby.
New York to East CaIifornia.
There ’s a new wave coming I warn you.
We ’re the kids in America.
We ’re the kids in America.
Everybody Iive for the music-go-round.
We ’re the kids
We ’re the kids
We ’re the kids in America.