Rip-Off Songtext

von T. Rex

Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by T.Rex, 1971

One and a two and a three and a four and a...

You light,
A fighting with the night,
It's a rip-off.
Kissing all the slain,
I'm bleeding in the rain,
It's a rip-off, 0h,
Such a rip-off.

Rocking in the nude,
I'm feeling such a dude,
It's a rip-off.
Dancing in the dark,
With the tramps in the park,
It's a rip-off.
Such a rip-off, yeah.

See your baby's stud,
Sliding in my mud,
It's a rip-off.
Bleached on the beach,
I want to tickle your peach,
It's a rip-off, yeah.

See the girl dance,
In her man-skin pats,
She's a rip-off.
Terraplane Tommy,
Wanna bang your gong,
It's a rip-off.
Such a rip-off.

Gypsy girl's good,
People treat her like a fool,
She's a rip-off.
The President's weird,
He's got a burgundy beard,
It's a rip-off.
Such a rip-off.

I'm the King of the Highway,
I'm the Queen of the Hop.
You should see me,
At the Governor's ball.
Doing the rip-off bop.
I'm a social person.
I'm the creature in disguise.
There's a man with a whip,
On his silver hip.
Living inside my eyes.
I'm the cat from the alley.
I'm the fleet-foot voodoo man.
There's very little that's ever said,
All of which I understand.

Caught like a skunk,
In space and time,
It's a rip-off.
If it's hers,
Well it must be mine,
It's a rip-off.
Such a rip-off.

Dancing in the nude,
Feeling such a dude.
It's a rip-off.
Mountains of the Moon,
Remind me of my spoon,
It's a rip-off.
Such a rip-off.

Bleached on the beach,
I want to tickle your peach,
It's a rip-off.
See the girl dance,
In her man-skin pats,
She's a rip-off.