Hot George - Marc Bolan, T. Rex

You sound a little crazy

But it could be the heat

I’m roasted like a chestnut

By the fire of your feet

Your body is a furnace

Your love is the coal

So won’t you tame your man

Hot George

Now Georgie was a female

As females go

She moved fast like a jaguar

Melting all like snow

She was a foxy heater

Rotating like the sun

So won’t you tame yor man

Hot George

Pavlovian he said «Lo»

He was a bronzed style punk

He drank up the rainbow

To get his skull drunk

He laid by the mission bell

To keep his guns all creamed

Why don’t you understand?

Hot George

Why don’t you understand?

Hot George

Why don’t you understand?

Hot George