(David Bowie)

It's a god awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mother is yelling no
And her father has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
As she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
Cause she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit at the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dancehall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy
Wough man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
It's on Amerika's tortured brow
And Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk broades
Rule Britannia is out of bounds to my mother
My dog and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
Cause I wrote it ten times before
It's about to be writ again as I ask you to focus on
Sailors...