Hippy Gumbo Lyrics

Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by Marc Bolan, 1967

Met a man he was nice,
Said his name was paradise.
Didn't realise at the time,
That his face and mind were mine.
Hippy Gumbo he's no good.
Chop him up for firewood.

It seemed good and it seemed right,
That I should dig him on the night,
But in the morning with the sun,
He pulled an automatic gun.
He blew my soul, he blew my brain,
He said I could not do the same.

Hippy Gumbo he's no good.
Chop him up for firewood.
Hippy Gumbo he's no good.
Chop him up and burn the wood.