Jeepster
Written and composed by Marc Bolan
You’re so sweet
You’re so fine
I want you all and everything
To be mine
’Cos you’re my baby
’Cos you’re my love
Girl I’m just a Jeepster
For your love
You slide so good
With bones so fair
You’ve got the universe
Reclining in your hair
Just like a car
You’re pleasing to behold
I’ll call you Jaguar
If I may be so bold
The wild winds blow
Upon your frozen cheeks
The way you flip your hip
It always makes me weak
Your motivation
Is so sweet
Your vibrations
Are burning up my feet
Girl I’m just a Jeepster
For your love
Girl I’m just a vampire for your love
I’m gonna suck you
© Essex Music International Ltd 1971

Baby Strange
Written and composed by Marc Bolan
I see you walking
I see you talking
With all of my friends
I’m shadowed under you’re like some thunder
I wanna be your friend
I wanna call you
I wanna ball you all night long
In winds of passion my whip is lashing
I wanna get you and then
OOO you’re strange
Don’t lame me baby strange
Don’t lame me baby
The city’s shaking
I ain’t faking baby this is the end
I’m overloaded my head’s exploded
I wanna get you and then
© Wizard (Bahamas) Ltd 1972

Children Of The Revolution
Written and composed by Marc Bolan
Well you can bump and grind
It is good for your mind
Well you can twist and shout
Let it all hang out
But you won’t fool
The Children of the Revolution
No, you won’t fool
The Children of the Revolution
No, no,no
Well you can tell a plane
In the falling rain
I drive a Rolls Royce
‘Cos it’s good for my voice
But you won’t fool
The Children of the Revolution
No, you won’t fool
The Children of the Revolution
No way
© Wizard (Bahamas) Ltd 1972

Spaceball Ricochet
Written and composed by Marc Bolan
I’m just a man
I understand the wind
And all the things
That make the children cry
With my Les Paul
I know I’m small
But I enjoy living
Anyway
Book after book
I get hooked
Everytime the writer
Talks to me like a friend
What can I do
We just live in a zoo
All I do is play
The spaceball ricochet
Deep in my heart
There’s a house
That can hold
Just about all of you
I bought a car
It was old but kind
I gave it my mind
And it disappeared
I love a girl
She is a changeless angel
She’s a city it’s a pity
That I’m like me
I said how can I lay
When all I do is play
The spaceball ricochet
© Wizard (Bahamas) Ltd 1972

Telegram Sam
Written and composed by Marc Bolan
Telegram Sam
Telegram Sam
You are my main man
Golden Nose Slim
Golden Nose Slim
I knows where you bin
Purple Pie Pete
Purple Pie Pete
Your lips are like lightning
Girls melt in the heat
Telegram Sam
You’re my main man
Telegram Sam
You’re my main man
Bobby’s alright
Bobby’s alright
He’s a natural born poet
He’s just outa sight
Jungle Faced Jake
Jungle Faced Jake
I say make no mistake
About Jungle Faced Jake
Automatic shoes
Automatic shoes
Give me three-D vision
And the California blues
Me I funk but I don’t care
I ain’t no square with my corkscrew hair
Telegram Sam
I’m a Howlin’ Wolf
For you
© Wizard (Bahamas) Ltd 1972

Cosmic Dancer
Written and composed by Marc Bolan
I was dancing when I was twelve
I was dancing when I was twelve
I was dancing when I was aaah
I was dancing when I was aaah
I danced myself right out the womb
I danced myself right out the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon?
I danced myself right out the womb
I was dancing when I was eight
I was dancing when I was eight
Is it strange to dance so late?
Is it strange to dance so late?
I danced myself into the tomb
I danced myself into the tomb
Is it strange to dance so soon?
I danced myself into the tomb
Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man
What’s it like to be a loon?
I liken it to a balloon
I danced myself out of the womb
I danced myself out of the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon?
I danced myself into the tomb
© Essex Music International Ltd 1971

Hot Love
Written and composed by Marc Bolan
Well she’s my woman of gold
And she’s not very old, a-a-ha
Well she’s my woman of gold
And she’s not very old, a-a-ha
I don’t mean to be bold
But may I hold your hand
Well she ain’t no witch
And I love the way she twitch, a-a-ha
Well she ain’t no witch
And I love the way she twitch, a-a-ha
I’m a labourer of love
In my Persian gloves, a-a-ha
Well she’s faster than most
And she lives on the coast, a-a-ha
Well she’s faster than most
And she lives on the coast, a-a-ha
I’m her two penny prince
And I give her hot love, a-a-ha
Take it out on me moma
© Essex Music International Ltd 1971

Get It On
Written and composed by Marc Bolan
Well you’re dirty and sweet
Clad in black
Don’t look back
And I love you
You’re dirty and sweet oh yea
Well you’re slim and you’re weak
You got the teeth
Of the Hydra upon you
You’re dirty sweet
And you’re my girl
Get it on
Bang a gong
Get it on
You’re built like a car
You got a hubcap
Diamond star halo
You’re built like a car
Oh yea
You’re an untamed youth
That’s the truth
With your cloak full of eagles
You’re dirty sweet

And you’re my girl
Well you’re windy and wild
You got the blues
In your shoes and your stockings
You’re windy and wild
Oh yea
You’re built like a car
You got a hubcap
Diamond star halo
You’re built like a car
Oh yea
You dance when you walk
So let’s dance
Take a chance, understand me
You’re dirty sweet
And you’re my girl
Get it on
Bang a gong
Get it on
Well meanwhile
I’m still thinking
© Essex Music International Ltd 1971