Jasper C. Debussy - T. Rex

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