Looking out a dirty old windowDown below the cars in the city go rushing byI sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's movingI can feel the heat but it's soothing
Heading downI search for the beat in this dirty town
Heading downI search for the beat in this dirty town
Downtown the young ones are growingDowntown the young ones are going
We're the kids in AmericaWe're the kids in AmericaEverybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets fasterLook girl, don't check on your watch
Not another glanceI'm not leaving now, honeyNot a chance
Not another glanceI'm not leaving now, honeyNot a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problemsMuch later baby you'll be saying never mindYou know life is cruelLife is never kind
Kind hearts don't make a new storyKind hearts don't grab any glory
We're the kids in AmericaWe're the kids in AmericaEverybody live for the music-go-round
Na na na na na na naNa na na na na na naNa na na na na na na
We're the kidsWe're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
We're the kidsWe're the kidsWe're the kids in America
We're the kids in AmericaWe're the kids in AmericaEverybody live for the music-go-round

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