Hippy Gumbo — текст песни (Marc Bolan and T. Rex)

Met a man he was nice
said his name was paradise
Didn`t realise at the time
that his face and mind were mine
Hippy Gumbo he`s no good
Chop him up for firewood
It seemed good and it seemed right
that I should dig him on the night
but in the morning with the sun he pulled an automatic gun
He blew my soul, he blew my brain
he said I could not do the same
Hippy Gumbo he`s no good
Chop him up for firewood
Hippy Gumbo he`s no good
Chop him up and burn the wood.