Hey I remember you back in '72. With your David Bowie hair and your platform shoes. You had a part-time job selling fast food. But out on the street you was nobody's fool. Chorus. Baby way down deep it's the same old you. Way down deep you ain't hiding the truth. Just for a minute you had me confused. But baby way down deep it's the same old you. Well you can walk through the city on fire. You can try and turn away from the truth. Living life like a young politician. Sure of yourself and bullet-proof. But baby. (Repeat Chorus). We could buy a '62 Cadillac. Put a Fender amplifier in the back. Drive straight to the heart of America. Turn up to ten let that sucker blast. (Repeat Chorus)