Kids In America - Kidz Bop Kids

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