David Bowie Panic In Detroit
He looked a lot like Che Guevara Drove a diesel van Kept his gun in quiet seclusion. Such a humble man The only survivor Of the national people's gang. Panic in Detroit. I asked for an autograph He wanted to stay home. I wish someone would phone Panic in Detroit. He laughed at accidental sirens That broke the evening gloom The police had warned of repercussions They followed none too soon A trickle of strangers Were all that were left alive Panic in Detroit. I asked for an autograph He wanted to stay home. I wish someone would phone Panic in Detroit Putting on some clothes I made my way to school An' found my teacher crouching in his overalls I screamed and ran to smash my favourite slot machine An' jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights. Having scored a trillion dollars, Made a run back home. Found him slumped across the table. A fun and me alone. I ran to the window. Looked for a plane or two. Panic in Detroit. He'd left me an autograph "Let me collect dust". I wish someone would phone Panic in Detroit
