Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side.
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side.
There’s a starman waiting in the sky. He’d like to come and meet us, but he thinks he’d blow our minds.
She’s a killer queen, gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam. Guaranteed to blow your mind anytime.
And the man in the back said, “everyone attack!” And it turned into a ballroom blitz.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Oh man, wonder if he’ll ever know he’s in the best selling show. Is there life on Mars?
All about that personality crisis, you got it while it was hot. But now frustration and heartache is what you got.
I’ve come on a few years from my Hollywood highs, the best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had.
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow – there must be something inside.
Bang a gong. Get it on.
Shmaltzy, glammy, proto-punk? Yeah, this is one unique album.
Rock ‘n roll meets proto-punk meets David Bowie-inspired early ‘70s glam rock. And chocolate and peanut butter (somehow?).
Fun power pop with a little punk and glam influence thrown in – nothing wrong with that (and much that’s right).