Iggy Pop

Pop/bowie
Before you go
Do me a favour
Give me a number
Of a girl almost like you
With legs almost like you
Im buried deep in mass production
Youre not nothing new
I like to drive along the freeways
See the smokestacks belching
Breasts turn bronw
So warm and so brown
Though I try to die
You put me back on the line
Oh damn it to hell
Back on the line - hell
Back on the line
Again and again