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David Bowie - A Reality Tour - Rebel Rebel
A Reality Tour
Disc 1
01. Rebel Rebel
02. New Killer Star
03. Reality
04. Fame
05. Cactus
06. Sister Midnight
07. Afraid
08. All the Young Dudes
09. Be My Wife
10. The Loneliest Guy
11. The Man Who Sold the World
12. Fantastic Voyage
13. Hallo Spaceboy
14. Sunday
15. Under Pressure
16. Life on Mars?
17. Battle for Britain (The Letter)
Disc 2
01. Ashes to Ashes
02. The Motel
03. Loving the Alien
04. Never Get Old
05. Changes
06. I’m Afraid of Americans
07. “Heroes”
08. Bring Me the Disco King
09. Slip Away
10. Heathen (The Rays)
11. Five Years
12. Hang On to Yourself
13. Ziggy Stardust
14. Fall Dog Bombs the Moon
15. Breaking Glass
16. China Girl
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