Tytuł: Jasper C. Debussy

• Wykonawca: T. Rex
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Jasper was fine but he had glass 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
   'Cos 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