Canciones más populares de David Bowie
Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
David Bowie
Stimme und Gesang
Herbie Flowers
Bassgitarre
Aynsley Dunbar
Schlagzeug
Tony Newman
Schlagzeug
Alan Parker
Gitarre
Mike Garson
Klavier
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Bowie
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Bowie
Produzent:in
Ray Staff
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
[Verse 2]
You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey baby, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
[Verse 3]
Is that me and I like it all
We like dancin' and we look divine
You know bands when they're playin' hard
You want more and you want it fast
[Verse 4]
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
[Verse 5]
Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so
[Verse 6]
Don't you?
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
[Verse 7]
You've got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey baby, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight
[Verse 8]
You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
[Verse 9]
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
[Verse 10]
Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so
[Verse 11]
Don't you?
Oh
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
[Verse 12]
Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so
Won't ya?
[Verse 13]
You dtorn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough ain't the test
Transmission and you live wire, you got your
Cue line and a handful of ludes, you wanna
[Verse 14]
Be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile successs
Because your face is a mess
[Verse 15]
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
[Verse 16]
So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi, chi, chi, ch
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you?
Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooh, your face is a mess
Ooh, ooh, so how could they know?
Ah, ah, how could they know?
Written by: David Bowie