Shakey threw a party that lasted all night Everybody drank a lot of something nice There was an old-fashioned band of married men Looking up to me for encouragement - it was so-so The ladies looked bad but the music was sad No one took their eyes off Lorraine She shimmered and she strolled like a Chicago moll Her feathers looked better and better - it was so-so Yeah! It was time to unfreeze When the Reverend Alabaster danced on his knees Slam! So it wasn't a game Cracking all the mirrors in shame Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man! He walks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man! He walks like a jerk but he's only taking care of the room Must be in tune A Benny Goodman fan painted holes in his hands Shakey hung him up to dry The pundits were joking, the manholes were smoking Every bottle battled with the reason why The girl on the phone wouldn't leave me alone A throw back from someone's LP A lemon in a bag played a Tiger Rag And the villains on the screen stopped bleeding Yeah! I was shaking like a leaf For I couldn't understand the conversation Yeah! And I ran to the street, looking for information Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man! He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man! He walks like a jerk but he's only taking care of the room Must be in tune Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man
Written by: David Bowie