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 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 
 [bad word] : 
We're the kids in America, Whoo-ooh (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 
 [bad word]  [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 
 [bad word]  (2 x) 

We're the kids 
We're the kids 
We're the kids in America. 
We're the kids 
We're the kids 
Kkkkids in America. 
We're the kids 
We're the kids 
We're the kids in America. 
We're the kids 
We're the kids 
We're the kids in America. 
We're the kids 
We're the kids 
We're the kids in America!!!!!