From day one of its release to the present, I always revel in the visual imagery of this song.
One particular image, of Japanese businessmen "pissing against a wall" was not gratuitous but may, in retrospect, have prevented the song from scaling charts Stateside. After all, Tipper Gore's puritanical music lyric censor brigade was on the warpath around that time. Wonder if Bruce or his manager (and True North principal) Bernie Finkelstein were advised to record a tamer version for US radio?