Strange

You woken up on the backstage Hallelujah the red light's on She said I'm gonna put on something comfortable You just take your Gucci jacket off now Hey people let's talk about yer preferences An' you wanna get it on I know you like to look just like a lady 'cos yer momma always said that it was wrong Well I'm yer mamma tonight You bin looking for Strange Up and down here You rode right to the top But it keeps rolling back to you You could never be alone So now you value company I seen you leaving a rockhouse last night In search of lowlife sympathy You take a lick on Satan's ow! Then down your story stone You take yer money off of yer daddy You got three waiting for you at home You daddy to my 'cos you bin looking for Strange Up and down here You rode right to the top But it keeps rolling back to you 'cos you bin looking for Strange Up and down here You rode right to the top But it keeps rolling back to you Yer always looking for Strange Yer always looking for Strange Yer always looking for Strange Yer always looking for Strange Yer always looking for Strange Yer always looking for Strange You're a maceman or a money gotta a vice-squad connection Policeman's got a preference for unnatural selection Some company director with taste for correction While yer wife is whipping on a judge You're a paedophile priest in a house of detection A politician dance for some protection A banker crossin' borders smugglin' and children While yer daughter's on a with a drug Looking for Strange Up and down here You rode right to the top But it keeps rolling back to you Yer looking for Strange Up and down here You rode right to the top But it keeps rolling back to you Keeps on rollin' back to you Rollin' back to you Keeps on rollin' back to you Roll on To the top To the top To the top To the top To the top To the top