As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inchy stump
Dressed like a priest you was,
Todd browning beast you was

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees
I'm sure you're not protected
For its plain to see
The diamond dogs are poachers
And they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will
Mannequins with kill-appeal

Will they come?
I keep a friend serene
Will they come?
Oh, baby, come unto me
Will they come?
Well, she's come, been, and gone

Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch a death in the fog
Young girl they call them the diamond dogs
Young girl they call them the diamond dogs

Now Halloween jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan chase
The elevators broke so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below
Oh tarzie go man, go

Meets his little hussy with his ghost-town approach
Her face is sans feature but she wears a
Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent something Mother
Used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed
Diamond dogs are sable-ized

Will they come?
I keep a friend serene
Will they come?
Oh, baby, come unto me
Will they come?
Well, she's come, been, and gone

(chorus)

In the year of the scavenger
The season of the bitch
Sashay on the board-walk scurry to the ditch
Just another future song lonely little kitch
There's gonna be sorrow try
And wake up tomorrow

Will they come?
I keep a friend serene
Will they come?
Oh, baby, come unto me
Will they come?
Well, she's come, been, and gone

(chorus)

Writer : BOWIE, DAVID
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing