Photograph king, watches you go Now fashions may change, heaven knows, but you Still leave a stain on me Only to go colours may fade The seasons may change, weather blows, but you still leave a mark on me Wrong-negative fades-never the twain, reckless and tame I like the beat of your drum I like to look in your eyes I like to look through your things I'd like to beat on your drum I like the smell of your flesh I like the dirt that you dish I like the clothes that you wear I'd like to beat on your drum I beat it I beat I beat it I feel it Disco brat-follow the pack Watching you peel, heaven knows, prison can't hold all this greedy intention Only to go-I picture you now Music may change-hi-di-ho keen to follow your nose Wrong-love out of tune Sweet is the night, bright light destroys me I like the beat of your drum I like to look in your eyes I like to look through your things I'd like to beat on your drum I like the smell of your flesh I like the dirt that you dish I like the clothes that you wear I'd like to beat on your drum I beat it I beat Can't beat it I feel it I like to beat on your drum I like to beat on your drum I like your face in the crowd I like to beat on your drum I beat it I beat Can't beat it I feel it Can't beat it I feel it Ho beat it I beat it Oh yeah I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to yell it out loud I'd like to beat on your drum Can't beat it can't beat it I feel it I feel it I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like your face in the crowd I'd like to beat on your drum Yeah yeah yeah Can't beat it Can't beat it I be there Baet it all out Beat it all in the crowd Beat it beat it beat it beat it I feel it I feel it I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to blow your horne I'd like to beat on your drum Yeah yeah yeah Ah
Written by: David Bowie