fancy

I just wanted to be one of The Strokes, now look at the mess you made me make. Hitchhiking with a monogrammed suitcase miles away from any half-useful imaginary highway... I'm a big name in deep space, ask your mates but golden boy's in bad shape. I found out the hard way that here ain't no place for dolls like you and me. Everybody's on a barge floating down the endless stream of great TV 1984, 2019

Maybe I was a little too wild in the '70s rocket-ship grease down the cracks of my knuckles, karate bandana, warp speed chic hair down to there, impressive moustache. Love came in a bottle with a twist-off cap let's all have a swig and do a hot lap.

So who you gonna call? The martini police?
Baby, that isn't how they look tonight, oh no, it took the light forever to get to your eyes.

I just wanted to be one of those ghosts you thought that you could forget and then I haunt you via the rear view mirror on a long drive from the back seat.
But it's alright, 'cause you love me and you recognise that it's ain't how it should be. Your eyes are heavy and the weather's getting ugly so pull over, I know the place. Don't you know an apparition is a cheap date? What exactly is it you've been drinking these days? Jukebox in the corner, long, hot summer they've got a film up on the wall and it's dark enough to dance What do you mean you've never seen Blade Runner?

Oh, maybe I was a little too wild in the '70s back down to earth with a lounge singer shimmer, elevator down to my make-believe residency from the honeymoon suite, two shows a day, four nights a week - easy money.

So who you gonna call? The martini police?
Oh, baby, that isn't how they look tonight. It took the light absolutely forever to get to your eyes... And as we gaze skyward, ain't it dark early?

It's the star treatment