One Inch Rock - Alternative Studio Version 1968

[False-Start with guitar]

[Marc Bolan]
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[One Inch Rock]
I met a woman she's spouting prose
She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose
Her body is slung from side to side
Need a lift she said much obliged
Riding piggy-back
I come to her shack

Go inside the place it's a mess, she said
"My name's the liquid poetess"
She unties her mouth
And her buckskin dress
She drinks from a bottle
Labelled tenderness
I'm in one hand in the other's a can, oh

She puts me in the can
And smiles through the wall, yeah
I got the horror's cos I'm one inch tall
Next thing I know this girl's by my side
Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide
I asked her name, she said Germaine

Do the rock do the one inch rock
Do the rock do the one inch rock, ma
Do the rock do the one inch rock
Do the rock do the one inch rock
Oh, do it, do it, do it
My my my my my my my my
Shdun dun dun dee dun dun
Shdun dun dun dee dun dun
Shdun dun dun dee dun dun
Shdun dun dun dee dun dun
Oh, do it, do it, do it, yeah
Everybody gotta the one inch rock