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The Platinum Collection
Disc 1
01. The Jean Genie
02. Space Oddity
03. Starman
04. Ziggy Stardust
05. John, I’m Only Dancing
06. Rebel Rebel
07. Let’s Spend the Night Together
08. Suffragette City
09. Oh! You Pretty Things
10. Velvet Goldmine
11. Drive‐In Saturday
12. Diamond Dogs
13. Changes
14. Sorrow
15. The Prettiest Star
16. Life on Mars?
17. Aladdin Sane
18. The Man Who Sold the World
19. Rock ’n’ Roll Suicide
20. All the Young Dudes
Disc 2
01. Sound and Vision
02. Golden Years
03. Fame
04. Young Americans
05. John, I’m Only Dancing (Again)
06. Can You Hear Me
07. Wild Is the Wind
08. Knock on Wood
09. TVC 15
10. 1984
11. It’s Hard to Be a Saint in the City
12. Look Back in Anger
13. The Secret Life of Arabia
14. DJ
15. Beauty and the Beast
16. Breaking Glass
17. Boys Keep Swinging
18. “Heroes”
Disc 3
01. Let’s Dance
02. Ashes to Ashes
03. Under Pressure
04. Fashion
05. Modern Love
06. China Girl
07. Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)
08. Up the Hill Backwards
09. Alabama Song
10. Drowned Girl
11. Cat People (Putting Out Fire)
12. This Is Not America
13. Loving the Alien
14. Absolute Beginners
15. When the Wind Blows
16. Blue Jean
17. Day‐In Day‐Out
18. Time Will Crawl
19. Underground
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