Sara Crazy Child Lyrics

Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by John's Children, 1967

Sara crazy child,
Is devouring all the streets.
With her pastel tortured dress
And her seductive bongo-beat.
Her skin is wild like the olives
And her body's' bitter sweet.
Still she's only just thirteen

And she's forgotten how to dream.

Her brother the juke-box King,
With his venom mildly sting
And his knowledge twisted hair
And his 1920's stare.
He lives beneath the roadway,
In a manner to his lair.
In summer he's a young boy,
But in winter he's a bear.

Broken dusty mother,
Her face melted just like wax.
Her once gazelle like features,
Blooded by the Ajax.
Received your picture postcard,
Of the twosome of the one.
Solely the submitted to the guillotine of their home.

Sung by Marc:
Sara crazy child,
Is devouring all the streets.
With her pastel tortured dress
And her seductive bongo-beat.
Her skin is wild like the olives
And her body's' bitter sweet.
Still she's only just thirteen
And she's forgotten how to dream.