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 ...
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
writers: DAVID BOWIE
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