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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
David Bowie
David Bowie
Stimme und Gesang
Herbie Flowers
Herbie Flowers
Bassgitarre
Aynsley Dunbar
Aynsley Dunbar
Schlagzeug
Tony Newman
Tony Newman
Schlagzeug
Alan Parker
Alan Parker
Gitarre
Mike Garson
Mike Garson
Klavier
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Bowie
David Bowie
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Bowie
David Bowie
Produzent:in
Ray Staff
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
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