Lyrics David Bowie – The Gospel According To Tony Day

The gospel according to tony day
The gospel according to tony day
The gospel according to tony day
If I find a girl he’ll take her away

The gospel according to brendan o’lear
The gospel according to brendan o’lear
The gospel according to brendan o’lear
If I buy him a scotch, he’ll buy me a beer
Tight fist, friends

The gospel according to pat hewitt
The gospel according to pat hewitt
The gospel according to pat hewitt
If it’s written on a sweater then I’d better not, you do it

Ah!

Got to, got to
Your mind, blow I
Blow it

The gospel according to marianne brent
The gospel according to marianne brent
The gospel according to marianne brent
She’ll be mine if I pay the rent

Good old marianne, who needs friends, oh
That’s the fucking time, take a look at my life and you’ll see
Take a quick, butchers, rotten mary down the oak
Wouldn’t give me two pence for him