Remember Mickey Marmalade?
Was a glitter symphony.
Bell-bottomed roadie,
A pacified pretty thing.

Ziggy had a super heart but the rock star,
Got really bored, so he sold his soul.
To the Music Television whores.

Empty bottle robots,
Whacked out noisy folk songs.
Leading from the back,
With nowhere to go, no, yeah.

The jeepster was the boogie guru.
The groover, he grooved to the world.
His tiger Les Paul was Poetry to the blues.

Empty bottle robots,
Whacked out noisy folk songs.
Leading from the back,
With nowhere to go, no, yeah.