Looking out the dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why

Friday night and everyoneīs moving
I can feel the heat but itīs shooting 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

Weīre the kids in America
Weīre the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Bright lights the music gets faster
Look girl, donīt check on your watch
Not another glance
Iīm not leaving now, honey not a chance

Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby youīll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind

Kind hearts donīt make a new story
Kind hearts donīt grab any glory

Na na na na na
Na na na na na.........

Come closer, honey thatīs better
Got to get a brand new experience
Feeling right
Oh donīt try to stop baby
Hold me tight

Outside a new day is dawning
Outside Sububiaīs sprawlings everywhere
I donīt want to go baby

New York to East California
Thereīs a new wave coming I warn you