1.Baby Boomerrang
T. Rex
Slider
Baby Boomerrang
slim lined sheik faced
angel of the night
in the graveyard of the night
new york witch in the dungeon
of the day
i'm trying to write my novel
all you do is play
mice pie dog-eye
eagle on the wind
i'm searching through this garbage
looking for a friend
your uncle with an alligator
chained to his leg
dangles you your freedom
then he offers you his bed
it seems to me to dream
is something too wild
in max's kansas city
you a belladonna child
riding on the higways
on the gateways to the south
you're talking with your boots
and you're walking with your mouth
baby boomerang baby boomerang
you never spike a person
but you always bang the whole gang
thank you ma'am
2.Baby Strange
T. Rex
Slider
Baby Strange
i see you walking
i see you talking
with all of my friends
i'm shadowed under you're like some thunder
i wanna be your friend
i wanna call you
i wanna ball you all night long
in winds of passion my whip is lashing
i wanna get you and then
oooo you're strange
don't lame me baby strage
don't lame me baby
the city's shaking
i ain't faking baby this is the end
i'm overloaded my head's exploded
i wanna get you and then
3.Ballrooms Of Mars
T. Rex
Slider
Ballrooms Of Mars
you gonna look fine
be primed for dancing
you're gonna trip and glide
all on the trembling plane
your diamond hands
will be stacked with roses
and wind and cars
and people of the past
i'll call you thing
just when the moon sings
and place your face in stone
upon the hills of stars
and gripped in the arms
of the changeless madman
we'll dance our lives away
in the ballrooms of mars
you talk about day
i'm talking 'bout night time
when the monsters call out
the names of men
bob dylan knows
and i bet alan freed did
there are things in night
that better not to behold
you dance
with your lizard leather boots on
and pull the strings
that change the faces of men
you diamond browed hag
you're a gutter-gaunt gangster
john lennon knows your name
and i've seen his
4.Buick Mackane
Buick, Buick
Buick Mackane, will you？
Buick Mackane, will you
Be my girl, be my girl？
Rainy lady
Queen of the rock, will you？
Queen of the rock, will you
Help me roll, help me roll to my soul？
Slider, slider
You're just a sexual glider
You're just a sexual glider
Be my plane in the rain
Buick, Buick
Buick Mackane, will you？
Buick Mackane, will you
Be my girl, be my girl？
5.Chariot Choogle
T. Rex
Slider
Chariot Choogle
girl you are a groove
you're like the planets when you move
see the winter' coming
in a two finned caddy
gonna walk upon the waters
go oooo yea
girl you gotta cook
you got the chariot by the hook
i'm riding in the rain
got my blue suede shoes
gonna give up all my pain
and go ooooo yea
baby you know who you are
baby you know who you are
don't you know who you are
standing on your porch
you wear your pleasure like a torch
hiding in the road
like a paolini toad
gonna give up all my load
and go oooo yea
6.Main Man
T. Rex
Slider
Main Man
are you my main man
are you now are you now
are you my main man
are you now are you now
are you now
are you a god man
are you now are you now
are you a frog man
are you now are you now are you now
heaven is hot babe
everso everso
heaven is hot babe
watch it glow watch it glow
watch it glow
bolan likes to rock now
yes he does yes he does
bolan likes to rock now
yes he does, yes he does
is there a sane man
anywhere anywhere
got giraffes in my hair
and i don't care
no i don't care, no i don't care
as a child i laughed a lot
o yes i did o yes i did
now it seems i cry a lot
o tell me true don't you
7.Metal Guru
Lyricist：Marc Bolan
Metal guru, is it you？
Metal guru, is it you？
Sitting there in your armour plated chair
Metal guru, is it true？
Metal guru, is it true？
All alone without a telephone
Metal guru could it be
You're gonna bring my baby to me
She'll be wild you know
A rock 'n' roll child
Metal guru has it been
Just like a silver-studded sabre-tooth dream
I'll be clean you know
Pollution machine
Metal guru, is it you？
Metal guru, is it you？
Metal guru could it be
You're gonna bring my baby to me
She'll be wild you know
A rock 'n' roll child
Metal guru, is it you？
Metal guru, is it you？
All alone without a telephone
Metal guru could it be
You're gonna bring my baby to me
She'll be wild you know
A rock'n'roll child
Metal guru, is it you？
Metal guru, is it you？
Metal guru, is it you？
...
8.Mystic Lady
Lyricist：Marc Bolan
Oh, baby, mystic lady
You do own my night
Put my dogs to fright
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, slidin', ridin' sorceress
In your dungaree
Got me on my knee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All the people in your life are cruel
Keep on ridin' that hard road
The lovers in you life are few
Keep on ridin' that hard road
Baby, baby, baby
Oh, baby, baby, baby
Pleasant, crescent moon
Fills my heart with pain
Fills my toes with rain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, Bobby you're a hobby
With the learned ones
Like a setting sun
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All the people in your life are cruel
Keep on ridin' that hard road
And lovers in you life are few
Keep on ridin' that hard road
Baby, baby, babe, pa pa, ra ra, ra ra
Baby, baby, babe, pa pa, ra ra, ra ra
Baby, baby, babe, pa pa, ra ra, ra ra
...
9.Rabbit Fighter
Lyricist：Marc Bolan
Shady politician in my bed
Tying bolts of lightning to his head
Call me Rabbit Fighter, you know it's true
Oh babe, I'll rabbit fight all over you
Tramp king of the city, he's my friend
Moondog's just a prophet to the end
Call me Rabbit Fighter, you know it's true
Oh babe, I'll rabbit fight all over you
Call me Rabbit Fighter, you know it's true
Oh babe, I'll rabbit fight all over you, yes, I will
I saw a dude unscrewed and badly burned
Laughing 'cause he'd gotten what he earned, yes he did
Call me Rabbit Fighter, you know it's true
Oh babe, I'll rabbit fight all over you
Call me Rabbit Fighter
Call me Rabbit Fighter
Oh oh, Jo Jo, don't you know？
Call me Rabbit Fighter
Call me Rabbit Fighter
Oh oh, Jo Jo, don't you know？
Call me Rabbit Fighter
Call me Rabbit Fighter
Oh oh, Jo Jo, don't you know？
Call me Rabbit Fighter
Call me Rabbit Fighter
Oh oh, Jo Jo, don't you know？
10.Rock On
Lyricist：Marc Bolan
I've been down there
Everybody's been there
Everyone, everyone
Desolation angel
On the cover of my paper
Loves everyone everyone
Rock on, rock on
Mild mouthed Rita
She's a Chevy chase cheetah
Loves everyone, everyone
Teddy's going steady
He's a silver plated poet
Loves everyone everyone
Prophet pumped the car scar
Deeper only sweeter
Loves everyone
11.Spaceball Ricochet
Lyricist：Marc Bolan
I'm just a man, I understand the wind
And all the things that make the children cry
With my Les Paul, I know I'm small
But I enjoy living anyway
Book after book I get hooked
Every time the writer talks to me like a friend
What can I do, we just live in a zoo
All I do is play the spaceball ricochet
Deep in my heart there's a house
That can hold just about all of you
I bought a car it was old but kind
I gave it my mind and it disappeared
I love a girl, she is a changeless angel
She's a city, it's a pity that I'm like me, yeah
I said how can I lay when all I do is play
The spaceball ricochet
I'm just a man, I understand the wind
And all the things that make the children cry
With my Les Paul, I know I'm small
But I enjoy living anyway, yes I do
Deep in my heart there's a house
That can hold just about all of you
How can I lay when all I do is play the spaceball ricochet
Oh baby, the spaceball ricochet
Oh mama, the spaceball
Do the spaceball
Do the spaceball
Do the spaceball
Do the spaceball
12.Telegram Sam
Lyricist：Marc Bolan
Ooh, oh, man, ooh
Telegram Sam, Telegram Sam
You are my main man
Golden nose slim, golden nose slim
I know's where you been, oh
Purple Pie Pete, Purple Pie Pete
You're lips are like lightning, girls melt in the heat, yeah
Telegram Sam, you're my main man
Telegram Sam, you're my main man
Oh, ooh
Bobby's alright, Bobby's alright
He's a natural born poet, he's just outta sight
Jungle faced Jake, jungle faced Jake
I say, make no mistake about jungle faced Jake, Jake
Telegram Sam, you're my main man
Telegram Sam, you're my main man
Ooh, Samson and Christoph, what a pair!
Bobby's alright, Bobby's alright
He's a natural born poet, he's just outta sight
Automatic shoes, automatic shoes
Give me 3D-vision and the California blues
And me, I funk but I don't care
I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair
Telegram Sam, you're my main man
Telegram Sam, you're my main man
Telegram Sam, you're my main man
Oh, do, do, do, do, do, do, ohh
Telegram Sam
Telegram Sam, I'm a howling wolf an' I, woo hoo
Telegram Sam, I'm a howling wolf an' I, woo hoo
Telegram Sam, I'm a howling wolf an' I, woo hoo
Telegram Sam, I'm a howling wolf an' I, woo hoo
13.The Slider
Lyricist：Marc Bolan
I could never understand the wind at all
Was like a ball of love
I could never, never see the cosmic sea
Was like a bumblebee
And when I'm sad, I slide
I have never, never kissed a car before
It's like a door
I have always, always grown my own before
All schools are strange
And when I'm sad, I slide
Oh slide
And when I'm sad, I slide
I have never, never nailed a nose before
That's how the garden grows
I could never understand the wind at all
Was like a ball of love
And when I'm sad, I slide
Oh watch now I'm gonna slide
14.Baby Boomerang
Lyricist：Marc Bolan
Slim lined sheik faced angel of the night
Riding like a cowboys in the graveyard of the night
New York witch in the dungeon of the day
I'm trying to write my novel but all you do is play
Baby Boomerang, baby Boomerang
Well, you never spike a person
But you always bang the whole gang
Thank you ma'am
Mince pie dog-eyed eagle on the wind
You're searching through this garbage looking for a friend
Your uncle with an alligator chained to his leg
Dangles your freedom then he offers you his bed
Baby Boomerang, baby Boomerang
Well, you never spike a person
But you always bang the whole gang
Thank you ma'am
It seem to me, to dream is something too wild
In Max's Kansas City, you a belladonna child
Riding on the highways, on the gateway to the south
You're talking with your boots and you're walking with your
mouth
Baby Boomerang, baby Boomerang
Well, you never spike a person
But you always bang the whole gang
Baby Boomerang, baby Boomerang
Well, you never spike a person
But you always bang the whole gang
Thank you ma'am, yeah
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