| 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 everyone's moving | |
| I can feel the heat | |
| But it's shooting | |
| 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 | |
| We're the kids in America | |
| 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 | |
| We're the kids in America | |
| We're the kids in America | |
| Everybody live for the music-go-round | |
| 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 | |
| We're the kids in America | |
| We're the kids in America | |
| Everybody live for the music-go-round | |
| We're the kids in America | |
| We're the kids in America | |
| We're the kids in America | |
| Everybody live for the music-go-round |