Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Rapids lyrics

Well it's friday night

And I need a fight

And if she don't spread

I'm gonna bust her head

The guy's gone mad

'Cause his chicks been had

But what can we do

When there's four of you

Sweet f.a. - never gonna make it

Sweet f.a. - people think we fake it

Sweet f.a. - now we're gonna take it

Sweet f.a.

Try to pull me out

Like a roustabout

Gonna spend my bread

Then I'll kick your head

You're just my size

But if you're so wise

See the chick in black

Maybe she'll come back

Sweet f.a. - never gonna make it

Sweet f.a. - people think we fake it

Sweet f.a. - now we're gonna take it

Sweet f.a.

Yeah, the hurstle's now

Really nice somehow

See the street car scene

From the black limousine

Shout it out

Let it all hang out

But you won't get rough

'Cause it's all a bluff

Sweet f.a. - never gonna make it

Sweet f.a. - people think we fake it

Sweet f.a. - now we're gonna take it

Sweet f.a.