The Lilac Hand Of Menthol Dan - Marc Bolan

My friend Dan, he was a courteous man.

There wasn’t much he didn’t understand.

He stood on the fringe of death;

all because the bad Macbeth,

the lilac hand of menthol Dan.

Dan, Dan, Menthol Dan.

Dan, Dan, Menthol Dan

We met Beth, she was a friend of mine.

She intreduced him to a life of crime.

He stood on a burning bridge;

all because he stole a fridge,

the lilac hand of menthol Dan.

Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand

you’ve got the face of an angel

but your mine of a man.

Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand

you’ve got the face of an angel

but your mine of a man.

Dan was goosed from his more nasty self.

He found the whole of life

and through it, he fell.

Deep into the hour of truth

Owned a house with a purple roof.

the lilac hand of menthol Dan.

Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand

you’ve got the face of an angel

but your mine of a man.

Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand

you’ve got the face of an angel

but your mine of a man.

Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand

you’ve got the face of an angel

but your mine of a man.