Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed Lyrics & Chords By David Bowie & The Tony Visconti Trio

Spy, spy, pretty girl
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
Well, I'm the cream, yeah, of the great Utopia dream
And you're the gleam, yeah, of the great Utopia dream
I'm a phallus in pigtails, and there's blood on my nose
And my tissue is rotting, where the rats chew my bone
And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain
I keep having this brainstorm, about twelve times a day
Now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed
As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
I got eyes in my backside, that see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread, there are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen, and my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream
So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
Now you run from your window, to the porcelain bowl
And you're sick from your ears, to the red parquet floor
You should spend the morning walking with me quite amazed
As I'm unwashed and happily slightly dazed