Adam Bloom - All the Pale Faced Girls Lyrics

Soho West on a Saturday night and everyone was cool
And the beast he lit it up like a zoo
For fifty dollars he'll turn out the lights and he'll turn 'em back on too
But for fifty dollars more he'll do it good
And Ziggy, he's waiting for Spiders trapped on Mars. But I can still hear them...

Calling all the pale faced girls, go-go boots and curls, and eyes that shine like stars. Singing and thrashing 'round the stage. White shirts and teenage rage in sweaty little bars. Mott the Hoople's gone, T-Rex has left the stage and now 3D's all the rage.

The Garden's rocking on a Friday night and the fox is on the run with their platform heels just stomping through the chorus. And Ziggy's there wearing lightning bolts and looking quite insane and the suffragettes keep screaming out for more.

Marc, he hears them but couldn't make the show. But I can still hear him...

Calling all the pale faced girls, go-go boots and curls, and eyes that shine like stars. Singing and thrashing 'round the stage. Top hats and teenage rage in sweaty little bars. The Sweet's still rocking and Ziggy's changed his name. But I can still hear them...

Calling all the pale faced girls, go-go boots and curls, and eyes that shine like stars. Screaming and thrashing 'round the stage. Top hats and teenage rage in sweaty little bars. The Sweet's in outer space and Ziggy's flown away. But I can still hear him the same.