1.Rubber Band
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune
In the library garden Sunday afternoon
While a little chappie waves a golden wand
Rubber Band
In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong
My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long
And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes
Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune, oh
Rubber Band
Won't you play a haunting theme again to me
While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea
The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon
Oh, play that theme
Rubber Band
How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band
We could play in lively parks throughout the land
And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love
Rubber Band,
In the '14-'18 war I went to sea
Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me
And now she's married to the leader of the band, oh
(spoken)
Oh sob... I hope you break your baton
2.The London Boys
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
Cow bell strikes another night
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache
You've bought some coffee, butter and bread
You can't make a thing cause the meter's dead
You moved away
Hold your folks you're gonna stay away
Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet
Somebody shows you round
Now you've met the London boys
Things seem good again, someone cares about you
Oh, the first time that you tried a pill
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill
You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace
With the London boys, with the London boys
You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown
In the month you've been away from your parents' home
You take the pills too much
You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got
So long as you're with the London boys
A London boy, oh a London boy
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy
A London boy, a London boy
You're crying out loud that you're a London boy
You think you've had a lot of fun
But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run
It's too late now, cause you're out there boy
You've got it made with the rest of the toys
Now you wish you'd never left your home
You've got what you wanted but you're on your own
With the London boys
Now you've met the London boys (3 times)
3.The Gospel According To Tony Day
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
The Gospel according to Tony Day (x3)
If I find a girl he'll take her away
Rotten Tony!
The Gospel according to Brendan O'Lear (x3)
If I buy him a Scotch, he'll buy me a beer
Tight fist, friends
The Gospel according to Pat Hewitt (x3)
If it's written on a sweater then I'd better not do it
Ah
Got to, got to
Your mind, blow it
Blow it
The Gospel according to Marianne Brent (x3)
She'll be mine if I pay the rent
Good old Marianne, who needs friends, oh
That's the fucking time, take a look at my life and you'll see
Take a quick, butchers, rotten Mary down the oak
Wouldn't give me two pence for him
4.There Is A Happy Land
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
There is a happy land where only children live
They don't have the time to learn the ways
Of you sir, Mr. Grownup
There's a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the
leaves
It's a secret place and adults aren't allowed there, Mr. Grownup
Go away, sir
Charlie Brown got's half a crown, he's gonna buy a kite
Jimmy's ill with chicken pox, and Tommy's learned to ride his
bike
Tiny Tim sings prayers and hymns, he's so small we don't notice
him
He gets in the way but we always let him play with us
Mother calls, but we don't hear
There's lots more things to do
It's only 5 o'clock, and we're not tired yet
But we will be, very shortly
Sissy Steven plays with girls, someone made him cry
Tony climbed a tree and fell, trying hard to touch the sky
Tommy lit a fire one day, nearly burned the field away
Tommy's mum found out, but he put the blame on me and Ray
There is a happy land where only children live
You've had your chance and now the doors are closed sir, Mr.
Grownup
Go away, sir
Boo, de boo, de boo, de boo dup
5.Maid Of Bond Street
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint
Sees the pictures of herself
Every magazine on every shelf
This girl is maid of Bond Street
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
This girl is a lonely girl
Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus
Buys the Daily News
But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her
This girl is made of loneliness
A broken heart
For the boy that she once knew
Doesn't want to know her any more
And this girl is a lonely girl
Every thing she wants is hers
But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with
All the time, to love, all the time
This boy is made of envy
Jealousy
He doesn't have a limousine
Really wants to be a star himself
This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films
Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor
And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars
Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares
Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs
6.When I Live My Dream
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
When I live my dream, I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse
We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve you
Happy at the sound of your voice
Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you
Or banish wicked giants from the land
But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you
We will only love each other as forever
When I live my dream
When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me
And the empty man you left behind
It's a broken heart that dreams, it's a broken heart you left me
Only love can live in my dream
I'll wish, and the thunder clouds will vanish
Wish, and the storm will fade away
Wish again, and you will stand before me while the sky will
paint an overture
And trees will play the rhythm of my dream
When I live my dream, please be there to meet me
Let me be the one to understand
When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me
Then we can live in our new land
Till the day my dream cascades around me
I'm content to let you pass me by
Till that day, you'll run to many other men
But let them know it's just for now
Tell them that I've got a dream
And tell them you're the starring role
Tell them I'm a dreaming kind of guy
And I'm going to make my dream
Tell them I will live my dream
Tell them they can laugh at me
But don't forget your date with me
When I live my dream
7.Liza Jane
Lyrics：Leslie Conn
Music：Leslie Conn
Well, I got a girl that's so good to me
Well, now she ain't more than five foot three
Well, this little girl is so good to me
Yeah, this little girl's nearly half of me
Little Liza Jane
I got a girl, duh-duh-goo-to-duh
Yeah, this little girl turn me upside down
Well, all of the little girls that I had
You know this little girl drives me to despair
Little Liza Jane
Yeah, I got a girl who loves me true
Now she ain't more than five foot two, yeah
You know this little girl is so good for me, yeah
You know this little girl's nearly half of me
Little Liza Jane
Oh yeah, I love her
Little Liza Jane
Well, I'm coming back to me love
'Cause she's driving insane
When will I meet her
8.The Laughing Gnome
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
I was walking down the High Street
When I heard footsteps behind me
And there was a little old man (Hello)
In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter)
Well he trotted back to my house
And he sat beside the telly (Oaah..)
With his tiny hands on his tummy
Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter)
Oh, I ought to report you to the Gnome office
(Gnome Office)
Yes
(Hahahahaha)
CHORUS
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
(Haven't you got a light boy？)
'Here, where do you come from？'
(Gnome-man's land, hahihihi)
'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 bought him along to sing me a song
Right, let's hear it
Here, what's that clicking noise？
(That's Fred, he's a 'metrognome', haha)
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
'I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me'
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
'I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me'
(Own up, I'm a gnome, ain't I right, haha)
'Haven't you got an 'ome to go to？'
(No, we're gnomads)
'Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school？
you look like a rolling gnome.'
(No, not at the London School of Ecognomics)
Now they're staying up the chimney
And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!)
Cause they're earning me lots of money
Writing comedy prose for radio shows
It's the-er (what？)
It's the Gnome service of course
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
'I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me'
Ha ha ha, oh, dear me
(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')
(One more time, yeah)
9.In the Heat of the Morning
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize
Every man who looks your way
I watched them sink before your gaze
Señorita sway
Dance with me before their frozen eyes
I'm so much in love
Like a little soldier catching butterflies
CHORUS
No man loved like I love you
Wouldn't you like to love me too
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning
I'll tie a knot in rainbow's end, organise the breeze
Light my candle from the sun
I'll give you daylight for a friend
I'll do all of these
I'll prove that it can be done, oh, I'm so much in love
Like the ragged boy who races with the wind
CHORUS
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning
Oh yeah, all day, all the way
Ooh
10.Did You Ever Have A Dream
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
Did you ever have a dream or two
Where the hero is a guy named you
And the things he does are just too much
Does he fly like Mr. Superman, speak Chinese, French and Dutch？
And did you ever have a dream or two？
Have you ever woken up one day
With the feeling that you'd been away？
If the girl that you dreamed of last night
Had the same dream, in the very same scene
With the very same boy, hold tight
It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend
You can travel anywhere with anyone you care
It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend
You can walk around in New York while you sleep in Penge
I will travel round the world one night
On the magic wings of astral flight
If you've got the secret, tell me do
Have you ever had a dream or two？
Have you ever had a dream or two？
11.Please Mr. Gravedigger
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be Lambeth's finest array
Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
And in this little yard, there's a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
'Ah-choo, excuse me'
Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
And you put it in your pocket
'God, it's pouring down'
Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys
And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket
Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day
Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay
And I was the wicked man who took her life away
Very selfish, Oh God
No, Mr. GD, you won't tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I've started digging holes myself
And this one here's for you
'Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it
Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl
Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain'
12.Join The Gang
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
Let me introduce you to the gang
Johnny plays the sitar, he's an existentialist
Once he had a name, now he plays our game
You won't feel so good now that you've joined the gang
Molly is the model in the ads
Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip
Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong
Cause she can't switch off now that she's joined the gang
Arthur is a singer with a band
Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage
Look at Arthur rave, all the kids are paid
They want to see the croaking man who joined the gang
You won't be alone, we've all got beery grins
It's a big illusion but at least you're in
At least you're in
This club's called The Webb, it's this month's pick
Next month we shall find a place where prices aren't so stiff
15 bob a coke, 'fraid that's past a joke
This is how to spend now that you've joined the gang
This is what to do now that you're here
Sit round doing nothing all together very fast
Psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars
They're picking up the joints now that they've joined the gang
13.Love You Till Tuesday
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night
When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout
Ohh, beautiful baby
My burning desire started on Sunday
Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday
Da da da dum (x4)
Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch
Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance
If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool
Ohh, beautiful baby
I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday
My passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday
Da da da dum (x7)
Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea
Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me
I shall always watch you until my love runs dry
Ohh, beautiful baby
My heart's aflame, I'll love you till Tuesday
My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday
Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday
Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday
Da da da dum (x11)
Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday
14.Louie, Louie Go Home
Lyrics：Paul Revere／Mark Lindsay
Music：Paul Revere／Mark Lindsay
Well, I- well, I left my wife and child
Yeah, my conscience is about to drive me wild, yeah
A little voice inside my head goes on and on
It says 'Louie, Louie, Louie
You better come back home'
Well I, well I thought 'I make it by myself', yeah
Oh, but my baby, she's got my heart a-upon the shelve
Well I, well I can still hear her moaning
They're crying 'Louie, Louie, Louie
You better go back home'
You better go back home, yeah
You better go back home, yeah
You better go back home
Oh yeah, you better go back home
You better go back a-ho a-ho a-home, a-home yeah yeah
Home-a-home-a-home
Just a-go back a-home a-home a-home
Driving home, yeah, home
Just a little bit louder now
Just a little bit louder now
Just a little bit louder
Well, I'm going home
Well, I'm a-going home, yeah
Ooh, I'm a-gonna back, back, back, back, back to my home
Yeah home
Home sweet home
I'm a-gonna back home, ooh
I'm going home, yeah
I'm going home, yeah
I'm going home, yeah
I'm going home, yeah
Back to my baby
Back to where they need me
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