Bowie/Pop



I've seen the city 

I took the next flight for Borneo 

They say it's pretty 

I like the tee shirts in Borneo 

Some wear Bob Marley 

Others in Playboy or Duvalier 

Make the last plane come 

Let me rise through the cloudy above with a book on Borneo 

Strangers come and go 

It's such a waste of time 

Problems far behind 

Another day 

But even in springtime 

It's a rich slice of life 

So send me a letter 

I'll reply with a postcard 

That dusky mulatto 

In nylons and tattoos 

Hot juice in coke bottles 

We dance in the sand 

Well, they twirl and they tumble 

Yes, they twirl and they tumble 

Well, I'll twirl and I'll tumble 

I've been to Leon's

He's got nine daughters 

And a stereo 

They say that Leon

Watches from the tree tops in Borneo

When the road is mud

Everything stops with a thud 

That's the way it goes down yonder in Borneo 

Far beneath his mansion 

There's an open drain 

Sending all the sewage down the hill 

But when the general shows movies 

No one hesitates 

To sneak from the jungle 

They laugh and they mumble 

Enjoying the show 

And that dusky mulatto 

Hot juice in coke bottles 

In Blue Jeans and tattoos 

Well, they twirl and they tumble 

Yes, they twirl and they tumble 

Well, I'll twirl and I'll tumble 

I like the free world 

They say it's pretty 

This time of year 

They tumble and twirl 

They tumble and twirl 

I'll tumble and twirl etc.