| 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 feel the heat but it’s moving | 
| Heading down | 
| I search for the beat in this dirty town | 
| Downtown the young ones are going | 
| Downtown 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 | 
| We’re the kids | 
| We’re the kids in America |