Champagne - Live, Royal Albert Hall, 1992

A winter morning sun in New York
Champagne waits and checks the time
It's hard to keep a cup of coffee down
When there's so much on your mind
Kicks the cockroach 'cross the bedroom floor
Checks the mirror, grabs some clothes
Waits for the aching to subside
Where to hide it no one knows

And they say you're doing fine
They're just playing with your mind
And they never even know your name
But they all want you to shine
To glitter all the time
They all want a little taste of champagne

Takes the subway early afternoon
Downtown to 8th Avenue
To the Show Palace Theatre
Where Champagne bares all in a low-rent nude revue
In the darkness, shadow people
Stare at Champagne, glassy-eyed
Takes the tips and imitates a smile
Waits for the aching to subside

And they say you're doing fine
They're just playing with your mind
And they never even know your name
But they all want you to shine
To glitter all the time
They all want a little taste of champagne

Later in a room on a little glass pipe
Sweet dreams to help him forget his life
He leans on the wall and he rolls back his eyes
Says to all the aching, "Goodbye"