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 soothing, heading down
I search for the beat in this

Downtown, the young ones are going
Downtown, the young ones are growing

We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look, boy, don't check 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 "nevermind"
You know life is cruel, life is

Kind hearts don't make a new story
Kind hearts don't grab any glory

We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round

Sha la la la-la la-la
Sha la la la la-la la (hey)
Sha la la la-la la-la
Sha la la la-la la

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 ya

We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round

Sha la la la-la la-la
Sha la la la la-la la (hey)
Sha la la la-la la-la
Sha la la la-la la

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

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Marty Wilde, Ricky Wilde