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 everyone s moving i can fell the heat but it s 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 chorus we re the kids in america everybody live for the music go round bright lights the music gets faster look boy don t check on your watch not another glance i m not leaving now honey not a chance hot shot give me no problems much later baby you ll be saying never mind you know life is cruel life is never kind kind hearts don t make a new story kind hearts don t grab any glory chorus come closer honey that s better got to get a brand new experience feeling right oh don t try to stop baby hold me tight outside a new day is dawning outside suburbia s sprawling everywhere i don t want to go baby new york to east california there s a new wave coming i warn you chorus we re the kids we re the kids we re the kids in america 