Το άλμπουμ, δημιουργία των Bowie-Pop, είναι ότι πιο προωθημένο μουσικά έχει κυκλοφορήσει ο γεννήτωρ του πανκ. Ο Iggy είπε κάποια στιγμή ότι ο Bowie, ως παραγωγός, τον χρησιμοποιούσε σαν ένα είδος πειραματόζωου, δοκιμάζοντας τεχνικές για μελλοντικές ηχογραφήσεις. Η τριλογία Low, Heroes, Lodger που επακολούθησε θα μπορούσε στην πραγματικότητα να λέγεται τετραλογία, με το The Idiot πρώτο κεφάλαιό της.

The album, a Bowie-Pop creation, is the most musically advanced the father of punk has released. Iggy said at some point that Bowie, as producer, used him as a guinea pig, testing techniques for future recordings. The trilogy of Low, Heroes, and Lodger that followed could, in fact, be called a tetralogy, with The Idiot as its first chapter.

00:00 Funtime 02:56 Baby

Baby, baby, we like your lips
(Fun) hey baby, we like your pants
All aboard for funtime
hey, I feel lucky tonight
(Fun) I’m gonna get stoned and run around
All aboard for funtime
last night I was down in the lab
(Fun) talkin’ to Dracula and his crew
All aboard for funtime
I don’t need no heavy trips
(Fun) I just do what I want to do
All aboard for funtime
We’re having fun
We’re having fun
We’re having fun
baby, baby, we like your lips
(Fun) baby, baby, we like your pants
All aboard for funtime
everybody, we want in
(Fun) we want some, we want some
All aboard for funtime
baby, baby, we like your lips
(Fun) baby, baby, we like your pants
All aboard for funtime

Baby, don’t you cry
Baby, I’ll sing you a lullaby
We are walking down the street of chance
Where the chance is always slim or none
And the intentions unjust
Baby, there’s nothing to see
I’ve already been down the street of chance
Baby, you’re so clean
Baby, please stay clean
We are walking down the street of chance
Where the chance is always next to none
And the intentions unjust
Baby, there’s nothing to see
I’ve already been down the street of chance
Baby, you’re so young
Baby, please stay young
We are walking down the street of chance
Where the chance is always slim or none
And the intentions unjust
Baby, there’s nothing to see
I’ve already been down the street of chance
Baby, don’t you cry
Baby, I’ve already cried
We are walking down the street of chance
The chance is always slim or none
And the intention unjust
And the intention unjust
And the intention unjust