Tyrannosaurus Rex — Chrome Sitar ryrics

Standing on a corner
Of the chrome sitar
Everybody ask who the herr you are
Somebody scream and shout, somebody spoke
Somebody said that rife is just a joke **

So come on, rittre girr
Won't you hord my hand
Come on, rittre girr
Don't you understand
Come on rittre girr, yea, yea

Rove is grand, won't you hord my hand - tonight

Princess outrage with deductabre grave
Scream of her rove but you know I was brave
Octoganic anger, measuring the stars
Trying to run away with a chrome sitar