Lyrics:

Donna la foule par T. Rex

Truck on, truck on, truck on, truck on, Tyke
Truck on, truck on, truck on, truck on, Tyke
Oh Tyke, baby
You a slender living lady
You're dynamite, yeah
You a Jeep mouth bouncer
You a right on dancer
Got gangster's legs, yeah
Like a song
I truck on
Truck on, truck on, truck on, truck on, Tyke
Truck on, truck on, truck on, truck on, Tyke

T. R. E. X
Nanana nananana
Some call me Arnie
Some name me Slim
It don't make no difference
'Cos I move right in

I'm the groover
'Cos I move right in, yeah
They call me the groover
When I'm on the floor
The kids yell for more, more, more
I said sing it to me children
Yeah
I'm the groover honey
Yeah
I'm the groover honey
Yeah
I'm the groover honey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nanana nananana

Well you're dirty and sweet
Clad in black don't look back and I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you're slim and you're weak
You've got the teeth of the hydra upon you
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on

Telegram Sam
Telegram Sam
You are my main man
Golden nose Slim
Golden nose Slim
I knows where you've been
Purple pie Pete
Purple pie Pete
Your lips are like lightning
Girls melt in the heat
Telegram Sam
You're my main man
Telegram Sam
You're my main man
Telegram Sam
You're my main man
Telegram Sam
You're my main man

Oh baby, pretty baby, oh baby you're my girl
Oh baby, pretty baby, oh baby you're my, your my girl

If you know how to rock, you don't have to shock
If you know how to rock, you don't have to shock
If you know how to rock
You don't have to shock

Metal Guru is it you
Metal Guru is it you
Sitting there in your armour plated chair
Oh yeah, metal Guru is it you
Metal Guru is it true
All alone without a telephone
Oh yeah, metal Guru could it be
You're gonna bring my baby to me
She'll be wild you know
A rock'n'roll child
Oh yeah, metal Guru has it been
Just like a silver-studded sabre-tooth dream
I'll be clean you know
Pollution machine
Metal Guru is it you
Metal Guru is it you

Friends say he's fine
Friends say he's good
Everybody says he's just like Robin Hood
I move like a cat
Talk like a rat
Sting like a bee
Babe, I want to be your man
It's plain to see
You were meant for me
I'm your toy
Your 20th Century boy

Well you can bump and grind
It is good for your mind
Well you can twist and shout
Let it all hang out
But you won't fool the children of the revolution
No, you won't fool the children of the revolution
No, you won't fool the children of the revolution
No, you won't fool the children of the revolution
No way
Yeah
Wow

Well she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old, a ha ha
Well she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old, a ha ha
I don't mean to be bold, but may I hold your hand?
Well she ain't not a witch
And I love the way she twitch, a ha ha
Well she ain't not a witch
And I love the way she twitch, a ha ha
I'm a labour of love in my Persian gloves, a ha ha
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