Jasper C. Debussy Lyrics

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

Jasper was fine but he had glass eyes.
He crucified me with his pixie coloured lies.
His hair was black, he had a bend in his back.
He tied my cousin Eddy to the railroad tracks.
The train it come, he started to run.
Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun.

Jasper was born with a moth in his mind.
The moth was too soft on the curtain behind.
He startled the face of a friend of my girl.
He cut out her eyes and he wore them with furs.
I got the half browed blues, wear my shoes.
Hold you, might laugh while I'm crying the news,
'Cos Jasper C. Debussy, that's his kind of blues.

Mama.

Jasper he dressed in the darkest of clothes.
He wears scarlet pantaloons and five foot one inch hose.
His face is like a rock and his eyes like the night.
He's just a grim faced dog that's looking for a fight.
Silhouette looks like a furry Persian rat,
So when you see him coming mama, you'd better run,
Because Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun.