Down on the corner, sipping on some octane
Moon tanned and hazy
Dressed like a cheetah, would you wanna meet her

You can call her, Lady Starlight-in the blink of her eye
Bowie records make her cry
Then it's too late, too late, to turn down the ride with the Sugar Queen

You know what I mean
Sugar Queen, she's so candy sweet


New York City is a killer in the summer
It's too hot to lay there
But I know some kings who live in Queens

They can hook us up, amazing.

Speeding to a dark corner bar

You're smiling as she crashes your car
Then it's too late, too late to turn down the lights on the Sugar Queen