Watching her dash away, swinging an old bouquet (dead roses)
Sake and strange divine Uh-h-h-uh-h-uh (you’ll make it)
Passionate bright young things, takes her away to war (don’t fake it)
Sadden glissando strings
Uh-h-h-uh-h-uh, (you’ll make it)

Who’ll love a lady insane
Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise
Who’ll love Aladdin Sane