Oh no, another shit Saturday night
My jeans don't fit and the money is tight
Adele is working down at the charity shop
They got a pair of boots in so maybe she'll swap
For my Biba blouse and my pink feather boa
Is shedding all its feathers I don't wanna live no more
I got my diamante and my stick-on stars
I got my New York Dolls, I got my Spiders From Mars

Trash Glam Baby, it's a trash can world
Through the glitter ball honey, through the glitter bomb
Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights

In class they teach "World Civilizations"
I can't get my head around the whole situation
I mean how can you have an adult conversation
Without talking about Trash Glam Nation

Trash Glam Baby, it's a trash can world
Through the glitter ball honey, through the glitter bomb
Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights

Trash Glam Baby, trash can world
Glitter ball honey, glitter bomb
Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights

Yeah I'm a Tank Top Terrorist, I'm making the scene
My fishnets gotten ladders all along the seams
I'm your basic vacant youth if you know what I mean
It ain't Retro, it's just Metro 2017

Trash Glam Baby, it's a trash can world
Through the glitter ball honey, through the glitter bomb
Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights

Another shit Saturday night
Another shit Saturday night
My jeans don't fit and the money is tight
Another shit Saturday night