What Would Bowie Do

In my days of turmoil, When I feel confused and blue I ask myself a question: "What would Bowie do?" How would the Starman handle This situation quite mundane? Will I get an answer From the old Aladdin Sane? I was playing Ziggy For the millionth time, When the sky had turned A shade of rosé wine. In his shiny tin can Crashing from the stars, He landed in my kitchen All the way from Mars. Pinching myself silly, Distrusting what I see: Thin White Duke in person Came down to speak to me! Brushing off the star dust, He stepped out of his ship. Grabbed me by the collar With a snow white grip. "Here is the answer, I'm tired of your crap: Wear red disco pants And shut your bleedin' trap."