Marc Bolan - Jasper C. Debussy lyrics

Jasper was fine but he had gla** eyes He crucified me with his pixie coloured lies His hair was black, he had a bend in his back He tied my cousin Eddy to the railroad tracks The train it come, he started to run Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun Jasper was born with a moth in his mind The moth was too soft on the curtain behind He startled the face of a friend of my girl's He cut out her eyes and he wore them with furs I get half the dues, wear my shoes Tonight you might laugh while crying the news 'cause Jasper C. Debussy, that's his kind of blues Mama Jasper he dressed in the darkest of clothes He wears scarlet pantaloons and five foot one inch hose His face is like a rock and his eyes like the night He's like a grim faced dog that's looking for a fight Silhouette looks like a furry Persian rat When you see him coming mama, you'd better run Because Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun