See David in tattered blue jeans
Listening to Hawkwind's 'Silver Machine'
Selling hot dogs by The Round House
In North London, thereabouts
David in tattered blue jeans
Looking like a skinny bean
David in tattered blue jeans
As unstable as gasoline
As unstable as gasoline
One night Andy came to town
He was the brightest star around
They were opening up his show
Would he come to the show no one could know?
I spoke to Andy that time
He looked so dandy and so fine
On the street in seventy two
On the arm of his boy with his eyes of blue
From near Andy didn't look big
Grandma shouting 'Pig, Pig, Pig'!
Protesting with her Welsh talk
Andy answered 'No, you'll find it's called 'Pork'!
'No, you'll find it's called 'Pork'!
He gave me a look and a smile
He sure did have class, he had style
I'll never forget his warm eyes
When I later heard he'd gone, I cried
Oh I cried
Andy could have painted you
On the pouch of a Kangaroo
Or on the side of a bus
Or on a plate of frozen moon dust
On a plate of frozen moon dust
David in tattered blue jeans
Meeting stars of the silver screen
David in tattered blue jeans
Rubbing shoulders with kings and queens
David in tattered blue jeans
Looking like a skinny bean
David in tattered blue jeans
As unstable as gasoline
David in tattered blue jeans
Looking like a skinny bean
David in tattered blue jeans
As unstable as gasoline
As unstable as gasoline