Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Vocals
Trevor Bolder
Trevor Bolder
Bass Guitar
Woody Woodmansey
Woody Woodmansey
Drums
Mick Ronson
Mick Ronson
Guitar
Rick Wakeman
Rick Wakeman
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bowie
David Bowie
Co-Producer
John Webber
John Webber
Mastering Engineer
Ken Scott
Ken Scott
Recording Engineer
Ken Scott assisted by The Actor (aka David Bowie)
Ken Scott assisted by The Actor (aka David Bowie)
Producer

Lyrics

Wake up, you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I've made some breakfast and coffee
Look out my window, what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the Golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned what we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, you Pretty Things (Oh, you Pretty Things)
Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane
Oh, you Pretty Things (Oh, you Pretty Things)
Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane?
Let me make it plain
Gotta make way for the Homo Superior
Look out at your children
See their faces in golden rays
Don't kid yourself, they belong to you
They're the start of the coming race
The Earth is a bitch, we've finished our news
Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, you Pretty Things (Oh, you Pretty Things)
Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane
Oh, you Pretty Things (Oh, you Pretty Things)
Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
Gotta make way for the Homo Superior
Written by: David Bowie
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