Chrome Sitar - T. Rex

Standing on a corner

Of the chrome sitar

Everybody ask who the hell you are

Somebody scream and shout, somebody spoke

Somebody said that life is just a joke **

So come on, little girl

Won’t you hold my hand

Come on, little girl

Don’t you understand

Come on little girl, yea, yea

Love is grand, won’t you hold my hand — tonight *

Princess outrage with deductable grave

Scream of her love but you know I was brave

Octoganic angel, measuring the stars

Trying to run away with a chrome sitar