Ow!
(Bah oooooo, oooooo)
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 me to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Putting on some clothes I made my way to school
And I found my teacher crouching in his overall
I screamed and ran to smash my favourite slot machine
And jumped the silent cars that slept the 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
(x3)
Ow!
Writer(s): David Bowie
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