Observations Songtext
von Marc Bolan

Zipping in the car, make it to the bar
We′ll meet up with the guys, make love, Barbra Streisand
Then we'll all split the scene, make it like a dream
West Side Brighton, we′re just riding
Turn on all the chicks and then we'll blow our kicks
And we'll fly high

Boppin′ and a-shoppin′ and makin' it in West One
See you later, alligator, throw away your zip gun
Dance instead of walking, feel like I′m the best one
Smoking, charging, riding barges, cutting out high strung
Sleeping on the beaches and make like a teacher
Turned on Becker, says he's a rocking preacher
Stealing all the feeling and make like a rocker
Then you fly high


Mandarin collar kings jiving on the sidewalk
Intellectual put downs, all they wanna do is talk
Chelsea cats proving and grooving that they′re all men
Calling up your lost babies, shouting out "Remember when?"
On the scene with the guys, seeing paintings in their eyes
Driving through the crazy night, looking for a chick to fight
Had a seed of Maida Vale, blew some smoke
And hit a trail and fly high

Wearing shades and digging spades and taking in the night life
Crazy Sally and Alice playing with a flick knife
Met a chick, got a flat, got a cat with one leg
I bought a Jeep, nice and cheap, cutting out right now
Made it to the sea, just the chick, the cat and me
Everybody's laughing ′cause the Jeep's called money
"Nice and easy, baby," said the cops, to them and me
And we'll fly high