Observations — текст песни (Marc Bolan and T. Rex)

Livin` in the car, make it to the bar
We`ll meet up with the guys who
Make love to Barbara Striesand
Then we`ll all split the scene
Make it like a dream
West Side Brighton, or we`re just ridin`
Turn on the chicks and then we`ll blow our kicks
And we`ll fly high
Boppin` and shoppin` and makin` it in West One
See ya later, alligator, throw away your Zip Gun
Dance instead of walking, feel like I`m the best one
Smokin` charges and ridin` barges, cutting out high strung
Sleeping on the beaches and make like a teacher
Turned on beggar, say he`s a rockin` preacher
Steeling or feeling and make like a rocker
Then you`ll fly high
Met her in the corner [?], King jiving on the sidwalk
Intellectual put down all I wanna do is talk
Chelsea cats groovin` and provin` that they`re all men
Callin` up your lost baby, shoutin` out "Remember when.."
On a scene with the guys, see the paintings in their eyes
Driving through the crazy night
Looking for a chick to fight
Had a seed and made a veil [?]
Blew some smoke and leave a trail
And fly high
I`m wearin` shades and diggin` spades
I`m takin` in the night life
Crazy Sally in the alley, playing with a filck-knife
Met a chick, got a flat
Got a cat with one leg
I bought a Jeep, nice and cheap
For cutting out right now
Made it to the sea, just the chick, the cat, and me
everybody`s laughing `cos the Jeep`s cost money
Nice and easy baby said, come and sit down with me
And we`ll fly hiiiiigh.