Young Americans es el noveno álbum y es uno de los discos más exitosos y emblemáticos del artista británico David Bowie, publicado en 1975.
Con este disco Bowie tomaba una nueva dirección musical, desechando ya por completo su etapa glam rock y explorando el sonido soul de Filadelfia, incluyendo entre sus coristas a un jovencísimo Luther Vandross. Este disco contiene el primer número uno en las listas norteamericanas de Bowie, el tema Fame, coescrito con John Lennon (que también contribuyó con su guitarra y coros).
En este vídeo se ve a un joven Luther Vandross en el coro.
Posiblemente mi canción favorita de Bowie. Los coros me chiflan.
En "El Show de Cher" haciendo un medley, donde empiezan y terminan con Young Americans...
[Verse 1]
They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
Gee my life's a funny thing, am I
Still too young?
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
[Chorus]
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the
Young American
All right
She wants the young American
[Verse 2]
Scanning life through the picture window (uhuh)
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford
Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries Where have all Papa's heroes gone?
[Chorus]
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the
Young American
All right
She wants the young American
[Bridge]
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
[Chorus]
All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American
He wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American
[Verse 3]
Do you remember, your President Nixon? (huuhu)
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay?
Or even yesterday?
Have been the un-American? (huuhu)
Just you and your idol sing falsetto (huuhu)
'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor (huuhu)
In case, just in case of depression? (huuhu)
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her hearts have been broken just like you and
[Chorus]
All night
(All night )You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the
Young American
All right
You want the young American
[Verse 4]
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man who can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can
Sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?
[Chorus]
All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American
Young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All night
You and I
I want you
I
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All night
tremendos esos coros 
