Looking out a dirty old windownDown below the cars in thenCity go rushing bynI sit here alonenAnd I wonder whynnFriday night and everyones movingnI can fell the heatnBut its shootingnHeading downnI search for the beat in this dirty townnnDown town the young ones are goingnDown town the young ones are growingnnChorus :nnWere the kids in america (x 2)nEverybody live for the music-go-roundnnBright lights the music gets fasternLook boy, dont check on your watchnNot another glancenIm not leaving now, honey not a chancennHot-shot, give me no problemsnMuch later baby youll be saying never mindnYou know life is cruel, life is never kindnnKind hearts dont make a new storynKind hearts dont grab any glorynnCh.nnCome closer, honey thats betternGot to get a brand new experiencenFeeling rightnOh dont try to stop babynHold me tightnnOutside a new day is dawningnOutside sububias sprawling everywherenI dont want to go babynNew york to east californianTheres a new wave coming I warn younnCh.nnWere the kidsnWere the kidsnWere the kids in america