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 feel the heat but its shooting – heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
downtown the young ones are going
downtown the young ones are growing
were the kids in America
were the kids in America
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 yeah never mind
you know life is cruel – life is never kind
kind hearts dont make a new story
kind hearts dont grab any glory
were the kids in America
were the kids in America
everybody live for the music-go-round
lalalalalalala lalalalalalala – sing
lalalalalalala lalalalalalala
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 suburbians sprawling everywhere
I dont want to go baby
New York to east California
theres a new wave coming – I warn ya
were the kids in America
were the kids in America
everybody live for the music-go-round
lalalalalalala lalalalalalala – sing
lalalalalalala lalalalalalala
were the kids – were the kids
were the kids in America
were the kids – were the kids
were the kids in America
were the kids – were the kids
were the kids in America
were the kids – were the kids
were the kids in America