Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City [bad word] by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why

Friday night and everyone's moving
I can fell 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
 [bad word] :

We're the kids in America (x 2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Bright lights 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 [bad word]  life is never kind

Kind hearts don't make a new story
Kind hearts don't grab any glory

Ch. [bad word] 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 [bad word] I warn you

Ch.

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America