Chilly Down - David Bowie

When your thing gets wild

Chilly down, chilly down

Drive you crazy, really lazy, eye rollin', funky strollin', ball playin'

Hip swayin', trouble makin', booty shakin', tripping, passing, jumping

Bouncing, drivin', stylin', creeping, pouncing, shoutin', screamin'

Double dealin', rockin', rollin', and a reelin'

With the mackin' sex appealin'

Can you dig our groovy feelin'?

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 heh heh

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

And we don’t charge nothin' (nothin' at all)

Just strut your nasty stuff

Wiggle in the middle yeh

Get the town talkin', fire gang

Chilly down with the fire gang (think small)

Think small with the fire gang

Bad hep with the fire gang (hey, listen up)

When your thing gets wild

Chilly down

Chilly down with the fire gang (hey, shake your pretty little head)

Act Tall with the fire gang (tap your pretty little feet)

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

When your thing gets wild

Chilly down

Chilly down with the fire gang (wooh)

Think small with the fire gang

Bad hep with the fire gang