Haiku he called it
I want to do that I thought
Who cares if it’s lousy
Haiku he called it
I want to do that I thought
Who cares if it’s lousy
Major Tom still floats
In a most peculiar way
Far above the world
Ziggy played guitar
With all the Spiders From Mars
Then they broke his hands
Young Americans
We want Young Americans
Ain’t there one damned song
Funked up Dinah Shore
With The Fonz and whatshername
It WAS a strange time
Stay forever young
Easier said than done Pal
Let’s see you do it
He bears a burden
He must destroy before it
Destroys every thing
Green things are worth it
Worth dying to try to save
Green is Paradise
Where do the children
Play nowadays tell me where
On their friggin’ phones
Rodney Rodney why
Why did you have to leave us
We respected you
Come set your rule and
REIGN in our hearts O’ LORD God
We need YOU in us