Kids in America – Kim Wilde

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 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
Were the kids in America, were the kids in America
Everybody lives 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 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 lives for the music go round

Na na na na na nah, Na na na na nah say

Na na na na na nah, Na na na na nah

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 Suburbias sprawling everywhere
I dont want to go baby
New York to East California
Theres a new whiff coming I warn you
Were the kids in America, were the kids in America
Everybody lives for the music go round

Na na na na na nah, Na na na na nah say

Na na na na na nah, Na na na na nah

Were the kids, were the kids, were the kids in America

(repeat to end)