Dreams of Bowie

Sam and me are two close amigos We laugh sans reason See, life to us has been treason But we always have fun. Sam and me like to hear Bowie sing Owo, Wild is the Wind We call him the torturer His voice is blissful pain. Sam is an alcoholic Snakebite is her thing They called her Long-John Silver The day she broke her leg And she sings Oh, What a world we live in When Geldof is our hero Whilst Alan Delon Invariably as a rule Always, always dies in his films Owo, What a world we live in. And I have dreams of Bowie singing It's No Game Some words haunt me Children round the world put camel shit on the walls Oh, what can he mean? Either way to Sam and me it's all the same So long as Castro doesn't take the blame. Now, Alan Delon a fascist has become Elton John went and got himself a wife Now our record's melted under the sun We ain't got the money to buy another one So, tell me, Who's going to sing Wild is the Wind?