Karaoké Panic in Detroit David Bowie

Woah ooh

Ooh ooh ooh

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

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

I found my teacher crouching in his overall

I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine and 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 gun 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

Panic in Detroit

Panic in Detroit

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Wooh

Heh heh heh

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