Chinga Tu Madre
Changes
David Bowie
I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change m
David Bowie
I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change m
Jailhouse Rock
I've got a '65 Cadillac
Spare tire on the back
Charge card at Goblatts
But I ain't got you
I've got women to the right of me
Women to the left of me
I've got chicks all around me
But I ain't got you
I've got a tavern, a liquor store
I hit the number, 444
I got a mojo, don't you know
I'm all dressed up with no place to go
I've got women to the left of me
I've got women to the right of me
I've got chicks all around me
But I ain't got you
No I ain't got you
I've got a tavern, a liquor store
I hit the number, 444
I got a mojo, don't you know
I'm all dressed up with no place to go
I've got a pocket of crumpled bills
I've got a stomach full of pills
I've got Fanny Fox and Rubber Mills
But I ain't got you
No I ain't got you
No I ain't got you