In a fleeting slinky vagabond and Afro sheilas mood

Have you have been with the young Americans?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
Just in case, in case of depression?
Sit on your hands in a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the Afro sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that close to love?
Well, it ain't no Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you

(I like this version, apart from the drummer and the missing piano trills.)