David Bowie Diamond Dogs

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent

You asked for the latest party

With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump

Dressed like a priest you was

Todd Browning’s freak you was

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee

I’m sure you’re not protected, for it’s plain to see

The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees

Hunt you to the ground they will,

mannequins with kill appeal

[CHORUS]

(Will they come?) I’ll keep a friend serene

(Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me

(Will they come?)

Well, she’s come, been and gone.

Come out of the garden, baby

You’ll catch your death in the fog

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat

And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase

The elevator’s broke, so he slides down a rope

Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go

Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach

Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch

Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake

Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized

[CHORUS]

In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch

Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the Ditch

Just another future song, lonely little kitsch

(There’s gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow

[CHORUS]

Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs [x2]

Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow

Call them the Diamond Dogs [ad lib]

Keep cool – Diamond Dogs rule, OK

Beware of the Diamond Dogs [repeat]

David Bowie Magic Dance

You remind me of the babe

What babe? babe with the power

What power? power of voodoo

Who do? you do

Do what? remind me of the babe

I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry

What could I do

My baby’s love had gone

And left my baby blue

Nobody knew

What kind of magic spell to use

Slime and snails

Or puppy dogs’ tails

Thunder or lightning

Then baby said

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Put that baby spell on me

Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)

Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)

Put that magic jump on me

Slap that baby, make him free

I saw my baby, trying hard as babe could try

What could I do

My baby’s fun had gone

And left my baby blue

Nobody knew

What kind of magic spell to use

Slime and snails

Or puppy dog’s tails

Thunder or lightning

Then baby said

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Put that baby spell on me

Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)

Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)

Put that magic jump on me

Slap that baby, make him free

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)

Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)

Put that baby spell on me (ooh)

You remind me of the babe

What babe? the babe with the power

What power? power of voodoo

Who do? you do

Do what? remind me of the babe

Dance magic, dance, ooh ooh ooh

Dance magic, dance magic, ooh ooh ooh

Dance magic

What kind of magic spell to use

Slime and snails

Or puppy dog tails

Thunder or lightning

Something frightening

Dance magic, dance

Dance magic, dance

Put that baby spell on me

Jump magic, jump

Jump magic, jump

Put that magic jump on me

Slap that baby make him free

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)

Jump magic, jump

Put that magic jump on me

Slap that baby

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic

Slap that slap that baby make him free

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

David Bowie The Jean Genie

A small Jean Genie

Snuck off to the city

Strung out on lasers

And slash back blazers

Ate all your razors

While pulling the waiters

Talking bout Monroe

And walking on Snow White

New York’s a go-go

And everything tastes right

Poor little Greenie

The Jean Genie lives on his back

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks

He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls

Jean Genie let yourself go!

Sits like a man

But he smiles like a reptile

She loves him, she loves him but

Just for a short while

She’ll scratch in the sand,

Won’t let go his hand

He says he’s a beautician

And sells you nutrition

And keeps all your dead hair

For making up underwear

Poor little Greenie

The Jean Genie lives on his back

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks

He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls

Jean Genie let yourself go!

He’s so simple minded

He can’t drive his module

He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule

Loves to be loved, loves to be loved

The Jean Genie lives on his back

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks

He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls

Jean Genie let yourself go!

The Jean Genie lives on his back

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks

He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls

Jean Genie let yourself go!

David Bowie If I’m Dreaming My Life

Was she never there?

Was she ever?

Was it air she breathed?

At the wrong time

All the flowers so

From the gallery

with the hymns of night

Singing “come to me”

At the wrong time

On the wrong day

All the lights are fading now

If I’m dreaming all my life

Just one living chance

When the mother sighs

When the father steps aside

At the wrong time

Was she never here?

Was she ever?

Was it air she breathed?

At the wrong time

On the wrong day

All the lights are fading now

If I’m dreaming all my life

If I’m dreaming all my life away

Dreaming my life

Dreaming my [x3]

Dreaming my life

Dreaming my life, away (oh ho)

[Repeat]

David Bowie Don’t Let Me Down & Down

Still I keep my love for you

No place to hide no way to fall

Nowhere to lie no world so wide

I’m sick and tired of telling you

Don’t let me down and down and down

Don’t let me down and down and down

I know there’s something in the wind

That crazy balance of my mind

What kind of fool are you and I?

Scared to death and tell me why

I’m sick and tired of telling you

Don’t let me down and down and down

Don’t let me down and down and down

Still I keep my love for you

You made a date with destiny

You jog-jog in my memory

You haunt in mind not fade away

I’m sick and tired of telling you

Don’t let me down and down and down

Don’t let me down and down and down

I’m sick and tired of telling you

Still I keep my love for you

No place to hide, no way to fall

Nowhere to lie no world so wide

I’m sick and tired of telling you

Don’t let me down and down and down

Don’t let me down and down and down

David Bowie Uncle Arthur

Strikes the bell for 5 o’clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop

Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up

Climbs across his bike and he’s away

Cycles past the gasworks, past the river, down the high street

Back to mother, it’s another empty day

[CHORUS]

Uncle Arthur likes his mommy

Uncle Arthur still reads comics

Uncle Arthur follows Batman

Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from Mum

On his 32nd birthday, told her that he’d found a chum Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed

Arthur left her no illusion, brought the girl round, save confusion

Sally was the real thing, not just lust

[CHORUS]

Uncle Arthur vanished quickly

Uncle Arthur and his new bride

Uncle Arthur follows Sally

Round and round goes Arthur’s head, hasn’t eaten well for days

Little Sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze

Uncle Arthur packed his bags and fled

Back to mother, all’s forgiven, serving in the family shop

He gets his pocket money, he’s well fed

Uncle Arthur past the gasworks

Uncle Arthur past the river

Uncle Arthur down the high street

Uncle Arthur follows mother

David Bowie Battle For Britain

My, my, the time do fly

When it’s in another pair of hands

And a loser I will be

For I’ve never been

a winner in my life

I got used to stressing pain

I used the sucker pills

to pity for the self

Oh, it’s the animal in me

But I’d rather be a beggarman on the shelf

Don’t be so forlorn,

it’s just the payoff

It’s the rain before the storm

On a better day, I’ll take you by the hand

And I’ll walk you through the doors

Don’t be so forlorn,

it’s just the payoff

It’s the rain before the storm

Don’t you let my letter get you down

Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you, don’t you

My, my, but time do fly

When it’s in another pair of pants

And illusion I will be

For I’ve never been a sinner,

la di da

Don’t be so forlorn,

it’s just the payoff

It’s the rain before the storm

Don’t you let my letter get you down

Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you, don’t you

Don’t you let my letter get you down, down, down, down

Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you, don’t you

Don’t you let my letter get you down, down, down, down

David Bowie Kooks

[CHORUS (x2)]

Will you stay in our Lovers’ Story

If you stay you won’t be sorry

‘Cause we believe in you

Soon you’ll grow so take a chance

With a couple of Kooks

Hung up on romancing

We bought a lot of things

to keep you warm and dry

And a funny old crib on which the paint won’t dry

I bought you a pair of shoes

A trumpet you can blow

And a book of rules

On what to say to people

when they pick on you

‘Cause if you stay with us you’re gonna be pretty Kookie too

[CHORUS]

And if you ever have to go to school

Remember how they messed up

this old fool

Don’t pick fights with the bullies

or the cads

‘Cause I’m not much cop at punching other people’s Dads

And if the homework brings you down

Then we’ll throw it on the fire

And take the car downtown

[CHORUS (repeat ad inf.)]

David Bowie Rebel Never Gets Old

3, 2, 1

Never ever gonna get old

So I’m never ever gonna get high

Never ever gonna get old

So I’m never ever gonna get high

And there’s never gonna be enough money

There’s never gonna be enough drugs

Never gonna be enough bullets

There’s never gonna be enough sex

I’m never ever gonna get old

So I’m never ever gonna get high

I’m never ever gonna get old

So I’m never ever gonna get high

Never gonna be enough money

There’s never gonna be enough drugs

Never gonna be enough bullets

There’s never gonna be enough sex

3, 2, 1

And I’m running down the street of life

And I’m never gonna let you die

And I’m never ever gonna get old

And I’m never ever gonna get

And I’m never ever gonna get old

So I’m never ever gonna get high

I’m never ever gonna get old

So I’m never ever gonna get high

Never gonna be enough money

There’s never gonna be enough drugs

Never gonna be enough bullets

There’s never gonna be enough sex

3, 2, 1

Got your mother in a whirl

She’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl

3, 2, 1

Hey babe, your hair’s alright

Hey babe, let’s go out tonight

Never gonna be enough money

There’s never gonna be enough drugs

Never gonna be enough bullets

There’s never gonna be enough sex

I’m never ever gonna get old