Japan To Jupiter

From bicycles to platform heels

School uniform to flares

A little silver make-up

Black eyeliner in swathes

We took the train to London

On the Bed-Pan freedom line

Going to a nightclub, oh, to a nightclub in Soho

It's a scream, don't look down

We can be those cosmonauts

We can be space fantasy

We're a scream, we don't look down

We’re soaking in the glamour

From Japan to Jupiter

Hanging out at Eric's

In cobwebbed frilly sleeves

Dressed roughly as Victorians

Dressed drastically as Queens

Paint a red disc on your forehead

Some lightning 'cross your cheek

Jonesy says it how it could be

His sunmachine, his starry man

His Major Tom, his Berlin hands

They’re a scream, don't look down...

We can be those cosmonauts

We can be space fantasy

We're a scream, we don't look down

We’re soaking in the glamour

From Japan to Jupiter

Staring at the record sleeve

For hour after hour

I want to be an astronaut with glitter and space power

I want to dye my hair red

Hold a fag just like a girl

Freeze in thick wool overcoats

In the shadow of the wall

And the record goes around, around

And the needle gathers dust

They shout for me to turn it down

If I don't get out of here I'll burst

I want to scream, I want to fly far away

Japan/Jupiter

Full of cleverness and charm

(Cleverness and charm)

Goodbye then to platforms

To the Rollers and white jeans

The make-up has caked up

And the fantasy's unreal

Still I'm glad I took the London train

On the Bed-Pan freedom line

Went out to those dodgy clubs

And changed back to my school uniform in the Gents on platform 9

We had a scream, we never looked back

We were those cosmonauts lost in outer space

A scream, don’t look now

With a head rush of glamour, we spun the world and all inside her around

Spun the world and all inside her around

Spun the world and all inside her around

Spun the world and all inside her around