Chilly Down

Written by：David Bowie

When the sun goes down

When the sun goes down

And the bads are back again

And the bads are back

The brothers come round

The brothers come round

I get out of my dirty bed

My dirty bed

I shake my pretty little head

I shake my pretty little head

I tap my pretty little feet

I tap my pretty little feet

Were brighter than sunlight

Laouder than thunder

Dancing like a yo yo wooh

Don't got no problems

No problems

Ain't got no suitcase

No suitcase

Ain't got no clothes to worry about

No clothes to worry about

Ain't got no real estate or jewelry

Or gold mines binding me yeah

Ill just through in my hand through in his hand

In the chilliest bunch in the land

In the land

They don't look much oh

They sure chilly chilly

They party till they glow glow huh oh

Chilly down with the fun gang

Think small with the fun gang

It's the only way

Bang hips with the fun gang

I mean that's the way

When you think it's wild

Chilly down

Chilly down with the fun gang

Hey I don't want a job

Act tall with the fun gang

Woah walk tall

Good times bad food yeah

When you think it's wild

Chilly down

Chilly down

Wild and crazy really lazy

High rollin funky strolling ball playing

Hips swaying trouble making boody

Shaking dripping passing jumping

Bouncing brawling stylin

Creeping pouncing shouting screaming

Double dealing rock n rolling and oh reeling

With the max in se* appeal

Can you think I grew with feeling

So when things get too tough

Get too tough

And your chin is dragging on the ground

Dragging on the ground

And even down looks up

Down looks up

Bad luck

Hahahaha

We can show you a good time

Show you a good time

And we don't judge nothing

Nothing at all

Just strut your nasty stuff

Wiggle in the middle yeah

Get you down talking fun gang

Chilly down with the fun gang

Think small

Think small

With the fun gang bang

Bang hips with the fun gang

Hey listen up

When you think it's wild

Chilly down

Chilly down

With the fun gang

Ah

Shake your pretty little head

Lets go with the fun gang

Tap your pretty little feet

Good times bad food

Come on

Come on

When you think it's wild

Chilly down

Chilly down

With the fun gang

Wooh

Think small with the fun gang

Ha ha ha ha ha

Bang hips with the fun gang