Found myself in a strange town Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in oxford street I bought an a to z guide book Trying to find the clubs and ymcas But when you ask in a strange town They say don't know, don't care And I've got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low They worry themselves about the dreadful snow They all ignore me 'cause they don't know I'm really a spaceman from those ufos
You've got to move in a straight line You've got to walk and talk in four four time You can't be weird in a strange town You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners
You've got to wear the right clothes Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose You can't be nice in a strange town 'cause we don't know, don't care And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops I stop off in a back street Buy myself a snort We got our own manifesto Be kind to queers And I'm so glad the revolution's here It's nice and warm now!
I've finished with clubs where the music's loud 'cause I don't see a face in a single crowd There's no one there I look in the mirror But I can't be seen Just a thin, clean layer of mister sheen Looking back at me Oh, oh
Found myself in a strange town Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in oxford street
I bought an a to z guide book Trying to find the clubs and ymcas They say don't know, don't care And I've got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low They worry themselves about the dreadful snow They all ignore me 'cause they don't know I'm really a spaceman from those ufos
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