Observations Songtext

von T. Rex

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

Zippin' in the car, make it to the bar.
We'll meet up with the guys who,
Make love to Barbara Streisand.
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.