Dreams of Bowie

Sam and me are two close amigos
 We laugh sans reason
 See, life to us has been treason
 But we always have fun.
 Sam and me like to hear Bowie sing
 Owo, Wild is the Wind
 We call him the torturer
 His voice is blissful pain.
 Sam is an alcoholic
 Snakebite is her thing
 They called her Long-John Silver
 The day she broke her leg
 And she sings
 Oh, What a world we live in
 When Geldof is our hero
 Whilst Alan Delon
 Invariably as a rule
 Always, always dies in his films
 Owo, What a world we live in.
 And I have dreams of Bowie singing It's No Game
 Some words haunt me
 Children round the world put camel shit on the walls
 Oh, what can he mean?
 Either way to Sam and me it's all the same
 So long as Castro doesn't take the blame.
 Now, Alan Delon a fascist has become
 Elton John went and got himself a wife
 Now our record's melted under the sun
 We ain't got the money to buy another one
 So, tell me, Who's going to sing Wild is the Wind?