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The Singles Collection
Disc 1
01. Space Oddity
02. Changes
03. Starman
04. Ziggy Stardust
05. Suffragette City
06. John, I’m Only Dancing
07. The Jean Genie
08. Drive In Saturday
09. Life on Mars?
10. Sorrow
11. Rebel Rebel
12. Rock & Roll Suicide
13. Diamond Dogs
14. Knock on Wood
15. Young Americans
16. Fame
17. Golden Years
18. TVC 15
19. Sound & Vision
Disc 2
01. Heroes
02. Beauty & the Beast
03. Boys Keep Swinging
04. D.J.
05. Alabama Song
06. Ashes to Ashes
07. Fashion
08. Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)
09. Under Pressure
10. Wild Is the Wind
11. Let’s Dance
12. China Girl
13. Modern Love
14. Blue Jean
15. This Is Not America
16. Dancing in the Street
17. Absolute Beginners
18. Day In Day Out
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo

You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Uh!
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dues
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know?
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooh, your face is a mess
Ooh, ooh, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know?
Eh, eh