Hippy Gumbo - Marc Bolan

Met a man he was nice

Said his name was paradise

Didn't realise at the time

That his face and mind were mine

Hippy Gumbo he's no good

Chop him up for firewood

It seemed good and it seemed right

That I should dig him on the night

But in the morning with the sun he pulled an automatic gun

He blew my soul he blew my brain

He said I could not do the same

Hippy Gumbo he's no good

Chop him up for firewood

Hippy Gumbo he's no good

Chop him up and burn the wood

Hippy Gumbo he's no good

Chop him up and burn the wood