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David Bowie, "Diamond Dogs"
Misheard Lyrics:
As they pulled you out of the oxygen, Dave
You asked for a lady's body
With your silicone hung and your tennis stung
Dressed like a preisty wall
Talk down and speaky wall
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not a tech ted boy, plain to see
The diamond dogs are vultures and they hide behind trees
Hung and to the ground
They were mad again with killer peal
I'll keep a frenzerene
Oh baby, come unto me
Well she's comfy and God.
Come out of the dark end baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
That Halloween jag 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, go Tarzan, go man go
Needs his little horsey with his ghost town approach
Her face is science fiction but she wears a dying brooch
Strictly reminiscing something mother used to make
Racked up in paradise, Diamond Dogs are civilized
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the motor pole, say sorry to the ditch
Just another future's all, lovely little kids
Original Lyrics:
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
Tod 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
I'll keep a friend serene
Oh baby, come unto me
Well, she's come, been and gone.
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
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
Meets 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
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

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