Rapids
Marc Bolan
Rapids
Your mama said: Clean out your head boy, don't lay nothing on my child
Your friends they said: Your heads in a noose boy, lay some boogie on our minds
And we stood like the rapids, and I was like a newborn child
Your father said: Clean out your head boy, go and kick cans along the street
Your father said: Clean out your toes rose and go and lick some uncooked meat
And we stood like the rapids, and I was like a newborn child
Your mama said: My babe is not free, son, but I'm loose about midnight
Your father said: Your sisters a groove boy, what I said it just ain't right
But then I stood like the rapids, and I was like a newborn child
Won't you tell me why?