Le Papillon David Lyrics

Le Papillon David

Like a reptile on hot glass, insecure so courageous

Told the world you were gay

So they labelled you outrageous

With your colourful heroes Visconti and Bolan

All loving the attention, not to mention the spiders from Mars

Not to mention so many spiders we meet on the way

Keep blowing your saxophone

Papillon David they drink to your

Success in Beckenham tonight

I too feel a lost soul, I do feel your anguish

Only my love is a woman to come home to at night

Keep blowing your saxophone Papillon David

Hey I dig your strangeness, hey man we dug your show

Playing Ziggy for space cadets

Friends among junkies

Life was so funky, ground control, Angie girl

The rent still at seven pounds a week

Hey man there's been a few changes

So many people with pressure, young dudes with no hope at all

Major Tom, yes I'm having a ball, having a ball

Keep blowing your saxophone

Papillon David they drink to your

Success in Beckenham tonight

I too feel a lost soul, I do feel your anguish

Only my love is a woman to come home to at night

Keep blowing your saxophone Papillon David

Hey I dig your strangeness, hey man we dug your show