Texty: Las Ketchup. Kids In America.

Looking out a dirty old window,

Outside the cars in the city go rushing by,

I sit here alone and i wonder why

Friday night and everyones moving

I can feel the heat but its 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 going



Were the kids in america (whoo oa)

Were the kids in america (whoo oa)

Everybody live for the music go round round, round, round, round, round



Bright lights the music gets faster

Look boy dont check on your watch not another glance

Im not leaving now honey not a chance

Hotshot give me no problems

Much later baby youll be saying nevermind

You know life is cruel life is never kind



Kind hearts so make a little story

Kind hearts so grab a little glory




Were the kids in america (whoo oa)

Were the kids in america (whoo oa)

Everybody live for the music go round



Look closer honey thats better

Got to get a brand new experience feeling right

Oh dont try to stop baby hold me tight

Outside a new day is starting

Outside suburbia is sprawling everywhere

I dont want to go baby

New york to east california

Theres a news coming I warn ya



Were the kids in america (whoo oa)

Were the kids in america (whoo oa)

Everybody live for the music go round



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Were the kids in america (whoo oa)

Were the kids in america (whoo oa)

Everybody live for the music go round