Trash Glam Baby - The Boomtown Rats

Oh no, another shit Saturday night

My jeans don’t fit and the money is tight

Adele is working down at the charity shop

They got a pair of boots in so maybe she’ll swap

For my Biba blouse and my pink feather boa

Is shedding all its feathers I don’t wanna live no more

I got my diamante and my stick-on stars

I got my New York Dolls, I got my Spiders From Mars

Trash Glam Baby, it’s a trash can world

Through the glitter ball honey, through the glitter bomb

Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight

Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights

In class they teach «World Civilizations»

I can’t get my head around the whole situation

I mean how can you have an adult conversation

Without talking about Trash Glam Nation

Trash Glam Baby, it’s a trash can world

Through the glitter ball honey, through the glitter bomb

Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight

Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights

Trash Glam Baby, trash can world

Glitter ball honey, glitter bomb

Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight

Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights

Yeah I’m a Tank Top Terrorist, I’m making the scene

My fishnets gotten ladders all along the seams

I’m your basic vacant youth if you know what I mean

It ain’t Retro, it’s just Metro 2017

Trash Glam Baby, it’s a trash can world

Through the glitter ball honey, through the glitter bomb

Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight

Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights

Another shit Saturday night

Another shit Saturday night

My jeans don’t fit and the money is tight

Another shit Saturday night