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