Jasper C. Debussy — текст песни (Marc Bolan and T. Rex)

Jasper was fine but he had glass eyes
He crucified me with his pixie coloured lies
His hair was black, he had a bend in his back
He tied my cousin Eddy to the railroad tracks
The train it come, he started to run
Jasper C. Debussy that`s his kind of fun
Jasper was born with a moth in his mind
The moth was too soft on the curtain behind
He startled the face of a friend of my girl`s
He cut out her eyes and he wore them with furs
I get half the dues, wear my shoes
Tonight you might laugh while crying the news
`Cos Jasper C. Debussy, that`s his kind of blues

Mama

Jasper he dressed in the darkest of clothes
He wears scarlet pantaloons and five foot one inch hose
His face is like a rock and his eyes like the night
He`s like a grim faced dog that`s looking for a fight
Silhouette looks like a furry Persian rat
When you see him coming mama, you`d better run
Because Jasper C. Debussy that`s his kind of fun