Charlie - Marc Bolan

I’m walking down the highway, see this cat his name was «Charlie»

He’s the kinda guy who always looks the same

As someone you’ve seen on a scene or at a party

Charlie is the kind you know what’ll always be

On his own scene an absolute mystery

Sometime later an uptown nowhere High Street

You can just imagine the wild person I’m about to meet

Standing o a corner laughing at all the people he meets

Ah, he smiles and politely says «How do you do?»

As you walk away he makes vaces after you

My baby and I, we’ve been planning a nice cool weekend

Comes a knock at my door, this guy yells out I’m his friend

He looks the place over and then tells me that he’ll move in

Charlie is the one that while the neighbours stare,

Biblical beard and his long black hair.