| Found myself in a strange town | |
| Though I've only been here for three weeks now | |
| I've got blisters on my feet | |
| Trying find a friend in Oxford Street | |
| I bought an A to Z guide book | |
| Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs | |
| But when you ask in a strange town | |
| They say don't know, don't care | |
| And I've got to go, mate | |
| They worry themselves about feeling low | |
| They worry themselves about the dreadful snow | |
| They all ignore me 'cause they don't know | |
| I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs | |
| You've got to move in a straight line | |
| You've got to walk and talk in four four time | |
| You can't be weird in a strange town | |
| You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners | |
| You've got to wear the right clothes | |
| Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose | |
| You can't be nice in a strange town | |
| 'Cause we don't know, don't care | |
| And we got to go, man | |
| Rush my money to the record shops | |
| I stop off in a back street | |
| Buy myself a snort | |
| We got our own manifesto | |
| Be kind to queers | |
| And I'm so glad the revolution's here | |
| It's nice and warm now! | |
| I've finished with clubs where the music's loud | |
| 'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd | |
| There's no one there | |
| I look in the mirror | |
| But I can't be seen | |
| Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen | |
| Looking back at me | |
| Oh, oh | |
| Found myself in a strange town | |
| Though I've only been here for three weeks now | |
| I've got blisters on my feet | |
| Trying find a friend in Oxford Street | |
| I bought an A to Z guide book | |
| Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs | |
| They say don't know, don't care | |
| And I've got to go, mate | |
| They worry themselves about feeling low | |
| They worry themselves about the dreadful snow | |
| They all ignore me 'cause they don't know | |
| I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs | |
| Strange town | |
| Break it up | |
| Burn it down, shake it up | |
| Break it up |