<<“I’m just a wreck without my little china girl.>> A straight-up love song, humming with contentment. Co-writer Bowie took the song into the UK Top 10 in 1882, effectively bank-rolling his fiend’s career for the remainder of the decade.

<<”I been dirt and I don’t care.>> Squalid, self-loathing sludge rock, with Iggy sounding fucked-up and wholly unhinged.

A song for the bad girls who made Pop’s love life so troubled and interesting. The title could act as a <> for the singer’s life.

The ultimate filthy, fuzzed-up S&M hymn. Ripped off countless times since, the most noteworthy cover seeing Gary Oldman impersonating Sid Vicious impersonating Iggy on the ‘Sid & Nancy’ soundtrack.

A cheeky tip of the hat to Frank Sinatra, with Iggy playing to type with a drawling “I’m bored, I’m the chairman of the bored”. Used to soundtrack Grolsch adverts in the late ‘90s.

A tough guy anthem, all muscle, machismo and menace. When Iggy sings <<“I stick it deep inside”>> it’s unclear whether ‘it’ is his famously impressive schlong or a six inch knife blade. Probably best we never find out.

Proto-punk rock from The Kingsmen and the final track of the final Stooges live show with Pop bravely/foolishly facing down notorious motorcycle gang the Scorpions as bottle, chairs and, incredibly, shovels rained down around his ears. Beyond punk.

Iggy’s best known song, co-written with producer/mentor David Bowie. Thanks to its appearance on the ‘Trainspotting’ soundtrack, now inseparable from images of Scottish skag addicts hurdling cars.

A self-explanatory ode to the joys of trawling Berlin’s seediest flesh palaces in search of girls, drugs and all things wrong.

Minimalist, hugely exciting blank-eyed nihilism from a feral youth bored with being bored. The Sex Pistols baed their entire career on this song.

Swaggering, if cliched rock ‘n’ roll bravado, originally a hit for Aussie rockabilly hero Johnny O’Keefe. Rather shamefully, it remains the Igster’s only UK Top 10 single.

The title track of cult director Alex Cox’s 1984 movie. “I was a teenage dinosaur…” sings Iggy. “I didn’t get fucked and I didn’t get kissed.” Liar.

Written under the influence of heroin in London’s Kensington Gardens after Pop had read the title in a Time magazine article about the Vietnam War. Fuck knows what a <<“street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm”>> actually is, but it sounds cool as hell.

Loosely based on an unfinished poem by The Doors’ Jim Morrison, and swinging with cafefree abandon, this is Pop at his most accessible and hummable.

Bass-driven. prowling thug rock, twitching with Orwellian paranoia and tension. Typical Stooges, in other words.