Lyrics Charlie - Marc Bolan

Charlie

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.