Bitch Alert's cover. I like this version best. There are some changes in the lyrics.
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 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 (x2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, don't check on your watch
Not another glance
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 (x2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Nananananana - nananananana (x2)
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
Kind hearts don't make a new story
Kind hearts don't grab any glory
We're the kids in America (x2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
round and round and round
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