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Lyrics for Stacey Grove by T-Rex:
| | | Artist: | T-Rex |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Stacey Grove | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 138 | | | | Lyrics: | Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine,
Hat full of wine.
Stacey Grove he's a roving
catcher of skies,
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies.
Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan
temple to Zeus
He drinks acorn juice.
Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat,
He
roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet.
Antelope head his beard skylark
red
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood.
And now that the gate of his evening
is late
He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog.
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