Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the street go
rushing by. I
sit here a-
lone and I
wonder why.
Friday night and everyone's moving
I can feel the heat but it's shooting
heading down. I
search for the
beat in this
dirty town.
Downtown the young ones are going
Downtown the young one are growing
We're the kids in A-
merica (whoa-oh)
We're the kids in A-
merica (whoa-oh)
Everybody
listen to the music go
'round