OH YOU PRETTY THINGS
(Written by David Bowie)
Peter Noone


Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mama's and Papa's insane
Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mama's and Papa's insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the Homo Superior

Wake up you sleepy heads
Put on some clothes shake up your beds
Put another log on the fire for me
I need some breakfast and coffee

I look out my window and what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

What are we coming to
There's no room for me no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden one

Written in pain, written in awe
By the puzzled man who questioned what we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mama's and Papa's insane
Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mama's and Papa's insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the Homo Superior

Look at your children
Their faces in golden rays
Don't kid yourself they belong to you
They're the start of the coming race

The earth is a beast we've finished our news
Homo sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mama's and Papa's insane
Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mama's and Papa's insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the Homo Superior

Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mama's and Papa's insane
Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mama's and Papa's insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the Homo Superior