Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by T.Rex, 1973
Your Mama said,
Clean out your head, boy,
Don't lay nothing on my child.
Your friends, they said,
Your head's in a noose boy,
Lay some boogie on our mind.
And we stood like the rapids
And I was like a new born child.
Your Father said,
Clean out your head, boy,
Go kick cans along the street.
Your Father said,
Cleanout your toes Rose and
Go and lick some uncooked meat.
And we stood like the rapids,
And I was like a new born child.
Whooo, yeah!
We stood like the rapids,
And I was like a new born child.
Your Mother said,
My babe is not free son, but,
I'm loose about midnight.
Your Father said,
Your sister's a groove, boy,
What I said, it just ain't right.
But then I stood like the rapids,
And they were like a new born child.
Gonna drive me wild.
Writer(s): Marc Bolan
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