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

David Bowie New Angels Of Promise

New Angels of Promise

We despair

We are the dead dreams

We take the blame

Take us to the edge of time

Take us to the edge of time

We are the fabulous lovers

I’m a blind man and she’s my eyes

[CHORUS]

Suspicious minds

You didn’t feel us coming

In this lonely crowd, it’s always time

[x2]

New Angels of Promise

we despise

Don’t fall apart now

We are the silent ones

Take us to the edge of time

Take us to the edge of time

We are the tabular lovers

We listen to the storm

[CHORUS]

David Bowie Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed

Spy, spy, pretty girl

I see you see me through your window

Don’t turn your nose up

Well, you can if you need to, you won’t be the first or last

It must strain you to look down so far from your father’s house

And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you

I’m the Cream

Of the Great Utopia Dream

And you’re the gleam

In the depths

of your banker’s spleen

I’m a phallus in pigtails

And there’s blood on my nose

And my tissue is rotting

Where the rats chew my bones

And my eye sockets empty

See nothing but pain

I keep having this brainstorm

About twelve times a day

So now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed

As I’m Unwashed

and Somewhat Slightly Dazed

I got eyes in my backside

That see electric tomatoes

On credit card rye bread

There are children in washrooms

Holding hands with a queen

And my heads full of murders

Where only killers scream

So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed

Look out, I’m raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed

Now you run from your window

To the porcelain bowl

And you’re sick from your ears

To the red parquet floor

And the Braque on the wall

Slides down your front

And eats through your belly

It’s very catching

So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed

About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed.

David Bowie Oh! You Pretty Things

Wake up you sleepy head

Put on some clothes,

shake up your bed

Put another log on the fire for me

I’ve made some breakfast and coffee

Look out my window and what do I see

A crack in the sky

and a hand reaching down to me

All the nightmares came today

And it looks as though they’re

here to stay

What are we coming to

No room for me,

no fun for you

I think about a world to come

Where the books were found

by the Golden ones

Written in pain, written in awe

By a puzzled man who questioned

What we were here for

All the strangers came today

And it looks as though

they’re here to stay

[CHORUS:]

Oh You Pretty Things

Don’t you know you’re driving your

Mamas and Papas insane

Oh You Pretty Things

Don’t you know you’re driving your

Mamas and Papas insane

Let me make it plain

([second time:] Let me say it again)

You gotta make way

for the Homo Superior

Look at your children

See their faces in golden rays

Don’t kid yourself they belong to you

They’re the start of a coming race

The earth is a bitch

We’ve finished our news

Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use

All the strangers came today

And it looks as though they’re here to stay

[CHORUS]

David Bowie The Laughing Gnome

I was walking down the high street,

When I heard footsteps behind me.

And there was a little old man (Hello!)

In scarlet and gray, chuckling away

Well he trotted back to my house

And he sat beside the telly (Ahh!)

With his tiny hands on his tummy

Chuckling away, laughing all day

“I ought to report you to the Gnome Office.”

“Gnome Office? Ahahahah!”

Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee

I’m a laughing gnome and you can’t catch me

Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee

I’m a laughing gnome and you can’t catch me,

Said the laughing gnome

Well I gave him roasted toadstools,

And a glass of dandelion wine. (burp, pardon…)

Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne.

Carried his bag, and gave him a fag.

“Have you got a light, boy?”

“Here, where do you come from?”

“Gnome-man’s land, heehee!”

“Oh, really?”

In the morning, when I woke up,

He was sitting on the edge of my bed,

With his brother, whose name was Fred.

He’d brought him along to sing me a song.

“Alright, let’s hear it… ‘ere, what’s that clicking noise?”

“That’s Fred, he’s a metro-gnome, haha!”

Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee

I’m a laughing gnome and you can’t catch me

Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee

I’m a laughing gnome and you can’t catch me

“Oh now, I’m a gnome, anyway, haha!”

“Haven’t you got a home to go to?”

“No, we are gnome-ads, hehe!”

“Didn’t they teach you to get your hair cut at school? You look like a rolling gnome.”

“Nah, not at the London school of Eco-gnome-ics.”

Now they’re staying up me chimney,

And we’re living on caviar and honey (Hurray!)

Cause they’re earning me lots of money

Writing comedy prose for radio shows

“It’s the, errrr… it’s the gnome-service, yes, of course!”

Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee

I’m a laughing gnome and you can’t catch me

Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee

(Oh, dear me…)

I’m a laughing gnome and you can’t catch me

(One more time!)

Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee

I’m a laughing gnome and you can’t catch me