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Cheena so sound, so titty up this malchick, say
Party up mood, naddy vellocet round on Tuesday
Real bad dizzy snatch making all the homies mad, Thursday
Popo blind to the polly in the hole by Friday

Where the fuck did Monday go?
I'll go to this pig and pug show
I'm sitting in the chestnut tree
Who the fuck's gonna mess with me?

Girl loves me
(Hey cheena)
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
(Hey cheena)
Girl don't see

Where the fuck did Monday go?
I'll go to this pig and pug show
Where the fuck did Monday go?

You viddy at the Cheena
Choodesny with the red rot
Libbilubbing litso-fitso
Devotchka watch her garbles
Spatchko at the rozz-shop
Split a ded from his deng deng
Viddy viddy at the cheena

Girl loves me
(Hey cheena)
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
(Hey cheena)
Girl told me
Girl loves me
(Hey cheena)
Girl loves me

Where the fuck did Monday go?
Where the fuck did Monday go?
Where the fuck did Monday go?

Girl come see
(Hey cheena)
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
(Hey cheena)
Girl don't see





Where the fuck did Monday go?
Where the fuck did Monday go?

Overall Meaning

David Bowie's song "Girl Loves Me" from his final album Blackstar is a surrealistic, stream-of-consciousness exercise in avant-garde wordplay. The lyrics seem to be a mixture of Nadsat, the argot used in Anthony Burgess's novel A Clockwork Orange, and Bowie's own whimsical imagery. The opening lines, "Cheena so sound, so titty up this Malchick, say," can roughly be translated to "The Chinese are cool, let's dress up nice and go out." The rest of the song continues in this vein, with nonsensical phrases like "naddy vellocet round on Tuesday" and "Spatchka want the Russian" that defy traditional interpretation.


That being said, there is a sense of urgency and anxiety in the lyrics, reflected in repeated questions of "Where the fuck did Monday go?" and a feeling of being lost or disconnected from the world around him. The refrain of "Girl loves me, Hey cheena, Girl don't speak" could be interpreted as a desperate plea for connection and understanding, although the meaning behind it is left intentionally vague.


Overall, "Girl Loves Me" is a fascinating embodiment of Bowie's commitment to experimentation and pushing creative boundaries. The lyrics, while difficult to decipher, evoke a sense of disorientation and searching, complemented by the haunting, almost ominous backing music.


Line by Line Meaning

Cheena so sound, so titty up this Malchick, say
Hey girl, you look great, so let's go have some fun together


Party up mood, naddy vellocet round on Tuesday
Let's party hard, have a good time and get drunk on Tuesday


Real bad dizzy snatch making all the homies mad, Thursday
We're going to get so high on drugs that it'll make our friends envious on Thursday


Popo blind to the polly in the hole by Friday
We'll do some illegal activity, and even the police won't be able to catch us by Friday


Where the fuck did Monday go?
What happened to Monday? Time flies, and I can't believe it's already gone


I'll go to this pig-and-pot show
I'll attend a performance or entertainment show involving pigs and cannabis


I'm sitting in the chestnut tree
I'm calm, relaxed and at peace, sitting in a chestnut tree


Who the fuck's gonna mess with me?
I'm confident and tough, nobody can cause me any harm


You viddy at the Cheena
Have a look at that girl over there, she's beautiful


Truth is me with the Red Rock
I'm a truthful person, and I have red rocks, possibly precious gems


You be loving little zipshot
You're enjoying or addicted to a drug called zipshot


Devotchka want ya goloss
A young woman likes your voice and wants to hear more of it


Spatchka want the Russian
Someone wants a drug called spatchka from Russia


Swear to dead fun is dang dang
Having fun is worth risking one's life for


Girl loves me
A girl is in love with me


Hey cheena
Addressing a girl or woman as 'cheena'


Girl don't speak
The girl doesn't speak or communicate with others about her love for me


Where the fuck did Monday go?
Repeating the question about Monday disappearing




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: David Bowie

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