1984 - David Bowie

Someday they won’t let you, now you must agree

The times, they are a-telling, and the changing isn’t free

We’ve read it in the tea leaves, the tracks are on TV

Beware the sound mixture of 1984

They’ll split your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air

They’ll tell that you’re eighty, but brother, you won’t care

You’ll be shooting up on anything, tomorrow’s never there

Beware the sound mixture in 1984

Come see, come see, remember me?

We played love all my movie roll

You said it would last, but I guess we’ve grown

In 1984, who could ask for more

1984, who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore

Mor-or-or-or-ore

I’m looking for a vehicle, I’m looking for a ride

I’m looking for a party, I’m looking for a side

I’m looking for the treason that I knew in '65

Beware the sound mixture of 1984

Come see, come see, remember me?

We played love all my movie roll

You said it would last, but I guess we’ve grown

In 1984, who could ask for more

1984, who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore

Mor-or-or-or-ore

1984, more

1984, more