Watching him dash away, stringing an old bouquet-dead roses
Sake and strange divine. Um-m-m-m you'll make it

Passionate bright young things, takes him away to war-don't fake it.
Saddening glissando strings.
Um-m-m-m you'll make it

Who’ll love Aladdin Sane.
Battlecries and champagne just in time for sunrise
Who'll love Aladdin Sane

Motor sensational, Paris or maybe hell-I'm waiting
Clutches of sad remains,
Waits for Aladdin Sane-you'll make it

Who'll love Aladdin Sane
Millions weep a fountain
Just in case of sunrise
Who'll love Aladdin Sane