O' David, my David: born in 1936.
Aged to seventy-two, until that Bangkok hotel room.
O' David, big David – play me a song.
I see them spider fingers, work the keys.
Oh David my david, where’s your sword?
That perfect katana with the woven-black grip.
He was a man of the Hollywood hills and he was buried in a bamboo casket
But don’t go be asking Gail or Marina or any of the others.
Yeah that’s David – born 1936
Aged to 72 (until that Bangkok room).
Oh david, my david, why’d you leave?
We know where you went we know how you went