Queen Bitch (Live) - David Bowie: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Queen Bitch (Live)

324,301

Rock

Queen Bitch (Live) was released on June 30, 2008 by Parlophone UK as a part of the album Live Santa Monica '72

Popular Segments

Song Details

Most Popular

Past 7 Days

00:25 - 00:30

Queen Bitch (Live) was discovered most frequently at around 25 seconds into the song during the past week

00:00

00:05

00:15

00:20

00:25

00:40

00:55

01:10

01:20

01:25

01:40

02:00

02:15

02:25

02:30

02:55

00:00

03:00

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

David Bowie

Vocals

Trevor Bolder

Bass Guitar

Mick Ronson

Guitar

Woody Woodmansey

Woody Woodmansey

Drums

Mike Garson

Piano

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

David Bowie

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ted Jensen

Mastering Engineer

Grover Hesley

Mixing Engineer

Mike Moran

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I'm up on the eleventh floor

And I'm watching the cruisers below

He's down on the street

And he's trying hard

To pull sister Flo

My heart's in the basement

My weekend's at an all time low

Because she's hoping to score

So I can't see her

Letting him go

Walk out of her heart

Walk out of her mind

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat

And bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God, I could do better than that

She's an old-time ambassador

Of sweet talking, night walking games

And she's known in the darkest clubs

For pushing ahead of the dames

If she says she can do it

Then she can do it

She don't make false claims

But she's a Queen

And such are queens

That your laughter

Is sucked in their brains

Now she's leading him on

And she'll lay him right down

But it could have been me

Yes, it could have been me

Why didn't I say

Why didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat

And bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God, I could do better than that

So I lay down a while

And I gaze at my hotel wall

Oh the cot is so cold

It don't feel like no bed at all

Yeah I lay down a while

And I look at my hotel wall

But he's down on the street

So I throw both his bags down the hall

And I'm phoning a cab

Because my stomach feels small

There's a taste in my mouth

And it's no taste at all

It could have been me

Oh yeah, it could have been me

Why didn't I say

Why didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat

And bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God, I could do better than that

Thank you, this is a song written by Ziggy

Written by: David Bowie

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility

Loading...