Stacey Grove
T. Rex Lyrics

Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine
Hat full of wine
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies

Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus
He drinks acorn juice

Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat
He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet

Antelope head his beard skylark red
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood
And now that the gate of his evening is late
He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog

Oh he's a nice cat

Written by: MARC BOLAN

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Comments from YouTube:

michael foley

I just love this song its magical I could listen to this for ever


this has got to be my favorite t rex song of all time


I love Life's a Gas.

Rob LaDue

I want to live on a planet where this is a top 10 hit.

raul macias

I makes my happy
that you walk my Earth
& me yours, we' are
all a tree, Old & brown
& Freindly.

Nicolas Bartolome

Muy bueno Geo. Espero que estes re bien y esperando respuestas tuyas. Siempre me acuerdo de vos. Exitos en la vida

Stacey Grove

I too like this song, as should be obvious!
Also check out Salamanda Palaganda, Conesuala, King Of The Rumbling Spires, Chateau In Virginia Waters, Child Star and quite a few more...


I love Life's a Gas & Deborah.

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