Roxy Music, Queen and Elton John Sounds of the Seventies

# Got me girl on the run-around, run-around

# Got me all around town

# You've got me girl on the run-around

# And it's a-getting me down A-getting me down

# Lady, if you want to find a lover

# Then you look no further

# For I'm gonna be your only

# Searching at the start of the season

# And my only reason

# Is that I'll get to you

# I'll find some way of connection

# Hiding my intention

# Then I'll move up close to you

# I'll use you and I'll confuse you

# And then I'll lose you

# But still you won't suspect me. #

# She keeps Moet Et Chandon

# In her pretty cabinet

# "Let them eat cake", she says Just like Marie Antoinette

# A built-in remedy For Khrushchev and Kennedy

# At anytime an invitation You can't decline

# Caviar and cigarettes Well-versed in etiquette

# Extraordinarily nice

# She's a killer queen Gunpowder, gelatine

# Dynamite with a laser beam Guaranteed to blow your mind

# Anytime

# Ooh, recommended at the price Insatiable in appetite

# Wanna try

# To avoid complications She never kept the same address

# In conversation She spoke just like a baroness

# Met a man from China Went down to Geisha Minah

# Then again incidentally If you're that way inclined

# Perfume came naturally from Paris For cars she couldn't care less

# Fastidious and precise

# She's a killer queen

# Gunpowder, gelatine Dynamite with a laser beam

# Guaranteed to blow your mind Anytime

# Drop of a hat she's as willing as Playful as a pussy cat

# Then momentarily out of action Temporarily out of gas

# To absolutely drive you wild, wild

# She's all out to get you

# She's a killer queen

# Gunpowder, gelatine

# Dynamite with a laser beam Guaranteed to blow your mind

# Anytime

# Ooh, recommended at the price Insatiable in appetite

# Wanna try

# You wanna try. #

# I was justified when I was five

# Raising Cain, I spit in your eye

# Times are changing

# Now the poor get fat

# But the fever's gonna catch you When the bitch gets back

# Eat meat on a Friday That's all right

# Even like steak on a Saturday night

# I can bitch the best At your social do's

# I get high in the evening Sniffing pots of glue, yeah

# I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch Oh, the bitch is back

# Stone-cold sober As a matter of fact

# I can bitch, I can bitch Cos I'm better than you

# It's the way that I move The things that I do, oh

# I entertain by picking brains

# Sell my soul by dropping names

# I don't like those My God, what's that

# Oh, it's full of nasty habits When the bitch gets back

# Oh, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch Oh, the bitch is back

# Stone-cold sober As a matter of fact

# I can bitch, I can bitch Cos I'm better than you

# It's the way that I move The things that I do, oh. #

Oh, yeah!

# Bitch, bitch Oh, the bitch is back

# Bitch, bitch Oh, the bitch is back

# Bitch, bitch

# Oh, the bitch is back

# Bitch, bitch Oh, the bitch is back

# Well, now I'm back

# D'you know I'm back

# D'you know I'm back

# Oh, the bitch is back, yeah. #