By Marc Bolan, I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet

By Marc Bolan, Eastern voices calling to you Mystic magic oceans of blue

By Marc Bolan, C...cmaj7...c...cmaj7...c... C..............cmaj7.............c...........cmaj7... On your street people call you a foxy girl C...................cmaj7................c..............cmaj7... Me I'm

By Marc Bolan, Torch girl of the marshes Her kiss is a whip

By Marc Bolan, The evenings of Damask are falling The youth of truth

By Marc Bolan, Are you really as rich as you said, love? Everyday

By Marc Bolan, Intro a/asus4/a... etc A....................................asus4/a Now I'm popping a few in the morning

By Marc Bolan, Find a little wood And have a little sleep, sleep there Find

By Marc Bolan, Fist Heart Mighty Dawn Dart In some way our slain

By Marc Bolan, Girl won't you move close to me Take me in your

By Marc Bolan, Right on This song I'm gonna slip and slide Through the motivations of

By Marc Bolan, Sitting all alone, looking at the throne of the one

By Marc Bolan, Deep beneath an ancient shadow Stunned with age and too

By Marc Bolan, Which Galaxy are you from Tell me how they bang

By Marc Bolan, E.................................. Well you're dirty and sweet clad in A...........................e........ Black don't look back

By Marc Bolan, O God High in your fields above earth Come and

By Marc Bolan, Saturday drives and daring dudes Well who decides their moods

By Marc Bolan, Mama-ma-mama, mama-ma-mama, mama-m-mama Mama-ma-mama, mama-ma-mama, mama-m-mama Mama my go go

By Marc Bolan, Well baby, baby don't ya know Your hair's a lair

By Marc Bolan, Graceful fat Sheba, she works with a meatcleaver Sweating behind

By Marc Bolan, Great Horsey Champer Goldbraid Pranced proudly In the garden villas With the Sun

By Marc Bolan, To groove is to lubricate your imagination You can call

By Marc Bolan, Play in a loud cloud When I'm down you bring

By Marc Bolan, Flowers blown on the wind at night Lovers' prayer brings

By Marc Bolan, She could have layed, could have stayed, on the highway,

By Marc Bolan, Met a man he was nice said his name was paradise Didn't

By Marc Bolan, You sound a little crazy But it could be the

By Marc Bolan, G...................................................... She's my woman of gold and she's not very old

By Marc Bolan, Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in

By Marc Bolan, We love to boogie, we love to boogie, Jitterbug boogie, Bolan