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 everyones moving I can fell the heat But its shooting 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
Chorus :
Were the kids in america (x 2) Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster Look boy, dont check on your watch Not another glance Im not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems Much later baby youll be saying never mind You know life is cruel, life is never kind
Kind hearts dont make a new story Kind hearts dont grab any glory
Ch.
Come closer, honey thats better Got to get a brand new experience Feeling right Oh dont try to stop baby Hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning Outside sububias sprawling everywhere I dont want to go baby New york to east california Theres a new wave coming I warn you
Ch.
Were the kids Were the kids Were the kids in america