The glamour of rock, it's all around you Doing your laundry on a show day The glamour of rock, it will astound you Groove on the patterns spinning around It arrives like the logic of a dream A fragment had been with the machines Then you fall into that cauldron of loathing Hypnotized by the cave of the clothing The glamour of rock, it's all around you Doing your laundry on a show day The glamour of rock, it will astound you Groove on the patterns spinning around