You were the Main Man Yes you were Yes you were Yes you were
Your people were fair with sky in their hair
And always content to paint stars on a cheek
Maybe our Prophet seers and sages
sent you to us by angels of ages
Did you ride in upon a Unicorn?
Upon a white swan were you born
The press they called You The Glam Rock King
Rocking out at the Lyceum
There was a time in dark Swans down
When the King of the mountain cometh around
To Boogie and bop to Cosmic Rock
Your compadre Steve looked a little weird
With mangled hair and stars in his beard
Why did you shorten your band name to a T
Tyrannosaurus suited thee
Maybe you thought that it looked better
When printed on a Glitter dusted sweater
You pushed the pedal and became the man
The first of many whom were so Glam
The press they called You The Glam Rock King
Rocking out at the Lyceum
There was a time in dark Swans down
When the King of the mountain cometh around
The blues in you then came into view
Getting it on with Hot love too
My favorite Time and maybe yours
When your lyrics changed to include Cars
The sound of the Sax and Flugel Horn
Flo and Eddie keeping it warm
Tony Visconti Pulling strings and some
Life was a gas under a Mambo Sun
The press they called You The Glam Rock King
Rocking out at the Lyceum
There was a time in dark Swans down
Taking no prisoners Banging Your Gong
Telegram Sam turned up the Heat
Metal Guru with blistering Beat
The Period between seventy and Seventy Four
The best in life I wanted more
The Wax company doing it for Me
For I was a child born to Boogie
I was nothing but a T,REX Tramp! I was nothing but a T.REX Tramp!
Tuned in and turning up my amp
I was nothing but a T,REX Tramp! I was nothing but a T.REX Tramp!
Tuned in and turning up my amp
The press they called You The Glam Rock King
Rocking out at the Lyceum
There was a time in dark Swans down
When the King of the mountain cometh around
I was nothing but a cosmic child
Bolan was Mystic and I grew wild
Didn't ever think that he would leave Me
There was a time twentieth Century
I was nothing but a Cosmic Child
Bolan was Mystic and I grew wild
Didn't ever think that he would leave Me
There was a time Twentieth Century
The press they called You The Glam Rock King
Rocking out at the Lyceum
There was a time in dark Swans down
When the King of the mountain cometh around
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