High life 
Sing me a sweet song 
You used 
To think I was grand 
Chelsea and Soho 
I held 
The world in my hand 

I flew 
The Concorde to Paris 
Sniffed lines 
Of cocaine for free 
And mangoes for breakfast 
Warm nights 
And dawns by the sea 

In the afternoon 
With her diamonds and pearls 
And a burnt spoon 

Now I’m 
A little bit older 
And I’m 
In need of a friend 
I’ve got 
Some pills and some liquor 
And soon 
I’ll see you again 

OD’ed… etc. 

What you gonna do 
When your beauty and youth 
Are behind you?