Up On The Catwalk (Live At Barrowlands, Glasgow 1984)

Up on the catwalk, a big wheel is spinning And Dollars to Deutchmarks, and pennies from heaven And up on the catwalk, there's one hundred million With letters from thousands that say ``Just who are you'' There's one thousand names that can spring up in my mind But you'd call it blackmail and that's just not my kind And up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk And I don't know why I will be there, I will be there, I will be there I will be there, I will be there Up on the catwalk there's street politicians That crawl in from Broadway, say then who are you And up on the catwalk there's one thousand postcards From Montevideo, say that I'll be home soon Get out of Bombay and go up to Brixton And look around, to see just what is missing And up on the catwalk, girls call for mother And dream of their boyfriends And I don't know why I will be there, I will be there, I will be there I will be there, I will be there Tonight, under the crystal light, I'll tell you everything I need Tonight, under the crystal light, surrender everything to me Up on the catwalk, and you dress in waistcoats And got brilliantino, and friends of Kim Philby You float through the night time, like manna from heaven But what, what do I know, and just what do I know And up on the catwalk, in sweat that glistens And I don't know why and I don't know why I don't know why I will be there, I will be there, I will be there I will be there, I will be there Tonight, under the crystal light, I'll tell you everything I need Tonight, under the crystal light, surrender everything to me Angel Angel Angel Angel Ah huh Ah huh Ah huh Ah huh One thousand names that spring up in my mind One thousand names that spring up in my mind Like Deodata, Michaelangelo, Robert de Niro, so many others Natasia Kinski and Martin Luther there's room for others, away from me Up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk I don't know why