2007年特别版附加曲目

09.John, I'm Only Dancing (Again)(stereo mix)

10.Who Can I Be Now?(stereo mix)

11.It's Gonna Be Me(stereo mix; alternate version with strings)

12.1984(live on The Dick Cavett Show; DVD only)

13.Young Americans(live on The Dick Cavett Show; DVD only)

14.Dick Cavett interviews David Bowie(DVD only)

Young Americans

Young Americans

They pulled in just behind the fridge,

he lays he down, he frowns

He kissed her then and there,

she took his ring, took his babies

It took him minutes, took her no-where

Heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but

{Chorus, *she* version}

*She* wants the young American

but *she* wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window,

she finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes up her red Mustang, but

Heaven forbid, she take anything

But the freak, and his type, all for nothing,

misses a step and cuts his hand. But

showing nothing, he swoops like a song

{chorus, *she* version}

All the way from Washington,

her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor

{chorus, *he* version}

*He* wants the young American

but *He* wants the young American

Do you remember

your President Nixon?

Do you remember

the bills you have to pay,

or even yesterday?

Have you have been an un-American?

Just you and your idol singing falsetto

'bout leather, leather everywhere, and

not a myth left from the ghetto

Well, well, well, would you carry a razor

in case, just in case of depression?

Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,

blushing at all the afro-Sheila's

Ain't that close to love?

Well, ain't that poster love?

Well, it ain't that Barbie doll,

her heart's been broken just like you have

{chorus, *you* version}

*YOU* wants the young American

but *YOU* wants the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler

A pimps' got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler

Blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train

Mamas' got cramps, and look at your hands ache

I got a suite and you got defeat

Ain't there a man you can say no more?, and

Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?, and

Ain't there a child I can hold without judging?

Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?

Ain't there one damn song that can make me

break down and cry?

{chorus, *I* version}

*I* wants the young American

but *I* wants the young American