Stacey Grove

Stacey Grove - T. Rex

Written by：Not Applica/Marc Bolan

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

Oh he's a nice cat oh he's a nice cat

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

He's a nice cat oh he's a nice cat

Do do do stady this stady the grout

Do do do stady this stady the grout

Oh he's a nice cat oh he's a nice cat

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

Oh he's a nice cat

Do do do stady this stady the grout

Do do do stady this stady the grout

Oh he's a nice cat

Oh he's a nice cat

Do do do stady this stady the grout

Do do do stady this stady the grout

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