Any of Marc Bolans lyrics were nonsical especially his early stuff in the Sixties with Tyrannasaurus Rex, always singing about Fairies and Pixies and Magical places. Man what were those Mushrooms he was on?
You mean like this? Salamanda Palaganda
Small girl with the smiling 'gibbon
Bridled with an orchid ribbon
His curved brow in Scarlatti fashion
Boots that ride the night sky eagle
An old crone squirms upon a cushion
Made from Madras silk and satin
Her steel eyes hold a scimitar passion
For the skull hewn in Scarlatti fashion.
A cobra seer with the punctured ear
Slaughtered a Malayan sun bear
Night stood erect with brozen haunches
Zapped the seer and gave the bear back to us
Salamanda Palaganda Oh Palamino Blue
Salamanda Palaganda June's Buffalo too In the Parisian zoo.