I've got a little babe
With jewels upon her lip
I've got a little babe
With jewels upon her lip
Her hair's like a river
It's fast and slowly drips
She bathes in thunder
The elves are under her
She bathes in thunder
The elves are under her
She walks the wind
And has a panther
With silver fur
Her thoughts are gold
Her eyes electric blue
Her thoughts are gold
Her eyes electric blue
She sleeps upon the dreams
Of me and you.
With jewels upon her lip
I've got a little babe
With jewels upon her lip
Her hair's like a river
It's fast and slowly drips
The elves are under her
She bathes in thunder
The elves are under her
She walks the wind
And has a panther
With silver fur
Her eyes electric blue
Her thoughts are gold
Her eyes electric blue
She sleeps upon the dreams
Of me and you.
No one yet?
This one reminds me of The Magnetics Fields' "Queen of the Savages". His lady is some kind of mythical indigenous goddess bathing in thunder with elves and hanging out with silver furred panthers. Far out!
I love Bolan's slight lisp, but it's second best to that fuzzed out solo at the end.