Está canción es la mejor introducción a Bowie que un niño de 12 puede tener, aunque resulta un poco engañosa. Es desgarbada, atrevida y escandalosa, rayando en el punk, pero también es precedente de la época “Glam Rock” del buen Bowie, que no resulta tan fácil de digerir para mí.

Comparada con el resto de las canciones de Bowie en Tyler’s Mixtape, pareciera que las interpretan personas completamente diferentes. En “Heroes” y “Strangers When We Meet” hay una elegancia y refinamiento completamente ajenos a “Queen Bitch”. Sin embargo, la genialidad de Bowie está ahí, en transgredir géneros y preconceptos.

Y sobre el álbum “Hunky Dory”, este marca el inicio de una etapa para Bowie. Un intento por diferenciarse del rock & roll mainstream, que continuaría “Ziggy Stardust”. Sin embargo, yo soy más parcial hacia “The Man Who Sold The World” –el álbum previo– con tintes muy marcados de progresivo. Pero todo esto es tema para otra entrada.

Aquí la canción y su respectiva letra:

Oh yeah
I’m up on the eleventh floor and I’m watching the cruisers below.
He’s down on the street and he’s trying hard to pull sister Flo.
Oh, my heart’s in the basement, my weekend’s at an all-time low.
‘Cause she’s hoping to score, so I can’t see her letting him go.
Walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind, oh not her.

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat,
in her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat.
Oh God, I could do better than that.

She’s an old-time ambassador of sweet-talking, night-walking games.
And she’s known in the darkest clubs for pushing ahead of the dames.
If she says she can do it, then she can do it, she don’t make false claims.
But she’s a queen and such are queens that your laughter is sucked in their brains.
Now she’s leading him on, and she’ll lay him right down.
Yes, she’s leading him on, and she’ll lay him right down.
But it could have been me, yes, it could have been me.
Why didn’t I say, why didn’t I say, no, no, no…

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat,
in her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat.
Oh God, I could do better than that.

So I lay down a while and I gaze at my hotel wall.
Oh, the cot is so cold it don’t feel like no bed at all.
Yeah, I lay down a while and I look at my hotel wall.
And he’s down on the street, so I throw both his bags down the hall.
And I’m phoning a cab ‘cause my stomach feels small.
There’s a taste in my mouth and it’s no taste at all.
It could have been me, oh yeah it could have been me.
Why didn’t I say, why didn’t I say, no, no, no…

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat,
in her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat.
Oh God, I could do better than that.

You betcha
Oh, yeah
Uh-huh