| Well, she breezed on through my hotel room | |
| Like an interstate truck in the rain | |
| She said she cut her teeth on Skinny Jim's | |
| There ain't no scales mapping out just what I think | |
| She spun me a real good story | |
| Never let the truth get in the way | |
| That's the reason I'm still standin' here today | |
| Said she came on down from the north-west of town | |
| In a '63 Holden EJ | |
| With potato from Kentucky and a fresh pack of Luckys | |
| And a Bowie compilation tape | |
| She spun me a real good story | |
| Never let the truth get in the way | |
| That's the reason I'm still standin' here | |
| Reason I'm still standin' here | |
| Reason I'm still standin' here today | |
| C'mon David Bowie! | |
| I left my brains in Hong Kong | |
| Left my wallet in a two-dollar shirt | |
| I remember every goddamn minute with you | |
| Like a minute in a movie that hurts | |
| I listened to a real good story | |
| Never questioned anything | |
| The sweet girl said | |
| That's the reason I'm still standin' here | |
| The reason she's still standin' here | |
| Reason we're still standin' here today | |
| C'mon man! | |
| I listened to a real good story | |
| Never questioned anything | |
| The sweet girl said | |
| That's the reason I'm still standin' here | |
| The reason she's still standin' here | |
| Reason we're still standin' here today | |
| Damn straight! |