Cosmic Dancer - Marc Bolan, T. Rex, Trex

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»

I’m riding piggy-back

Then I came to her shack

We 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

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’s a girl 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

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 my

Dun dun dun dee dun dun

Dun dun dun dee dun dun

Dun dun dun dee dun dun

Dun dun dun dee dun dun

Dun dun dun dee dun dun

Dun dun dun dee dun dun

Oh, do it, do it, do it

Everybody gotta do the one inch rock