Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by Tyrannosaurus Rex, 1970
Great Horsey Champer Gold braid,
Pranced proudly in the garden villas,
With the Sun.
Dipped diving with his horned onyx,
Saddle shining in the black aped eyeballs,
Of the gun.
When the great apple falls,
She'll be queen of your halls.
A tall bowman from the burnt pastures,
Saw Champer and he bowed ground kissing,
To his lord.
Strange beastie from the legend lair,
Sire, I can master with the aid of this,
Skull powdered cord.
When the great apple falls,
She'll be queen of your halls.
Great Horsey Champer Gold braid,
Pranced proudly in the garden villas,
With the Sun.
Dipped diving with his horned onyx,
Saddle shining in the black aped eyeballs,
Of the gun.
When the great apple falls,
She'll be queen of your halls.
Writer(s): Marc Bolan
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