Looking out a dirty old window. Down below the cars in the street go
A G A E
rushing by. I sit here a-lone and I wonder why.
B
Friday night and everyone's moving. I can feel the heat but it's shooting
A G A E
heading down. I search for the beat in this dirty town.
E F#
Downtown the young ones are going. Downtown the young one are growing
G D
We're the kids in A-merica (whoa-oh)
We're the kids in A-merica (whoa-oh)
G A B
Everybody listen to the music go 'round
B
Bright ligths the music get faster.
A
Look boy, don't check on your watch, not another glance.
G A E
I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance.
B
Hot-shot, give me no problems.
A
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind.
G A E
You know life is cruel, life is never kind.
E F#
Kind hearts don't make a new story. Kind hearts don't grab any glory.
G D
We're the kids in A-merica (whoa-oh)
We're the kids in A-merica (whoa-oh)
G A B
Everybody live for the music-go-round.
Instumental
B D A G
B D A G A
B
Come closer, honey that's better. Got to get a brand new experience.
A G A E
Feeling right. Oh don't try to stop baby, hold me tight.
B A
Outside a new day is dawning. Outside Suburbia's sprawling everywhere.
G A E F#
I don't want to go baby. New York to East California. There's a new wave coming I warn you.
G D
We're the kids in A-merica (whoa-oh)
We're the kids in A-merica (whoa-oh)
G A B
Everybody live for the music-go-round.
Instumental
B D A G
B D A G A
B G E
B G E
B G E
We're the kids... We're the kids... We're the kids in America
We're the kids... We're the kids... We're the kids in America