David Bowie – Ching-A-Ling

Whilst flying thru an azure cloud
A crystal girl I’d spy
She kissed the blue bird’s honey tongue
And stuttered as she sighed
I wish to sing the ching-a-ling song
Ching-a-ling song is fine
I’d give my jewels and caviar
To make the daydeam mine

While stepping thru a heaven’s eye
Two lover souls we spied
They wished the cloud boys sang to me
A cheerful happy cry
We love to play our love-strong hearts
No better do we know
No gifts of money do we give
For love is all we own