Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Observations lyrics

rate me

Livin' in the car, make it to the bar

We'll meet up with the guys who

Make love to Barbara Striesand

Then we'll all split the scene

Make it like a dream

West Side Brighton, or we're just ridin'

Turn on the chicks and then we'll blow our kicks

And we'll fly high

Boppin' and shoppin' and makin' it in West One

See ya later, alligator, throw away your Zip Gun

Dance instead of walking, feel like I'm the best one

Smokin' charges and ridin' barges, cutting out high strung

Sleeping on the beaches and make like a teacher

Turned on beggar, say he's a rockin' preacher

Steeling or feeling and make like a rocker

Then you'll fly high

Met her in the corner [?], King jiving on the sidwalk

Intellectual put down all I wanna do is talk

Chelsea cats groovin' and provin' that they're all men

Callin' up your lost baby, shoutin' out "Remember when.."

On a scene with the guys, see the paintings in their eyes

Driving through the crazy night

Looking for a chick to fight

Had a seed and made a veil [?]

Blew some smoke and leave a trail

And fly high

I'm wearin' shades and diggin' spades

I'm takin' in the night life

Crazy Sally in the alley, playing with a filck-knife

Met a chick, got a flat

Got a cat with one leg

I bought a Jeep, nice and cheap

For cutting out right now

Made it to the sea, just the chick, the cat, and me

everybody's laughing 'cos the Jeep's cost money

Nice and easy baby said, come and sit down with me

And we'll fly hiiiiigh.