DAVID BOWIE


Chilly Down Lyrics

When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)

And the bads are back again (and the bads are back)

The brothers come'round (the brothers come'round)

I get out of my dirty bed (my dirty bed)

I shake my pretty little head (I shake my pretty little head)

I tap my pretty little feet (I tap my pretty little feet)

We're brighter than sunlight

Laouder than thunder

Dancing like a yo-yo, wooh

Don't got no problems (no problems)

Ain't got no suitcase (no suitcase)

Ain't got no clothes to worry about (no clothes to worry about)

Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines binding me, yeah

I'll just through in my hand (through in his hand)

In the chilliest bunch in the land (in the land)

They don't look much (oh)

They sure chilly chilly

They party till they glow glow, huh (oh)

Chilly down with the wild gang

Think small with the wild gang

Bang heads with the wild gang

When you think it's wild

Chilly down

Chilly down with the wild gang (hey, I don't want a job)

Act tall with the wild gang (woah, walk tall)

Good times, bad food (yeah)

When you think it's wild

Chilly down, chilly down

Wild and crazy, really lazy, high rollin', funky strolling, ball playing

Hips swaying, trouble making, boody shaking, dripping, passing, jumping

Bouncing, brawling, stylin', creeping, pouncing, shouting, screaming

Double-dealing, rock-n-rolling, and oh reeling

With the max in sex appeal

Can you think I grew with feeling?

So when things get too tough (get too tough)

And your chin is dragging on the ground (dragging on the ground)

And even down looks up (down looks up)

Bad luck

We can show you a good time (show you a good time)

And we don't judge nothing (nothing at all)

Just strut your nasty stuff

Wiggle in the middle, yeah

Get you down talking, wild gang

Chilly down with the wild gang (think small)

Think small with the wild gang (bang head)

Bang heads with the wild gang (hey, listen up)

When you think it's wild

Chilly down

Chilly down with the wild gang (ah, shake your pretty little head)

Let's go with the wild gang (tap your pretty little feet)

Good times, bad food (come on, come on)

When you think it's wild

Chilly down

Chilly down with the wild gang (wooh)

Think small with the wild gang (ha ha ha ha ha)

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Songwriter(s): David Bowie, Trevor Jones
Copyright: Jones Music America, Jim Henson Productions Inc.
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