| 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 |