Glam's Greatest Lyrics part 2

“I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair”

Into the New Year and part two of glams greatest lyrics and more from Marc Bolan.

“Automatic shoes, automatic shoes

Give me 3D-vision and the California Blues

And me I funk but I don't care

I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair”.

Telegram Sam 1973

And probably one of his best, although not when he sings it as a duet with Cilla Black.

“I could have loved you girl

Like a planet

I could have chained your heart

To a star

But it really doesn't matter at all

No it really doesn't matter at all

Life's a gas. I hope it's gonna last.

I could have built a house

On the ocean

I could placed your love

In the sky

But it really doesn't matter at all

No it really doesn't matter at all

Life's a gas. I hope it's gonna last.

I could have turned you

into a priestess

I could have burned

Your fate in the sand.

But it really doesn't matter at all

No it really doesn't matter at all

Life's a gas. I hope it's gonna last”.

Life’s A Gas  1971

Noddy Holder penned this ode to homesickness in 1974.

“I've seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska

I've seen the sunset in the East and in the West

I've sang the glory that was Rome And passed the 'Hound Dog' singer's home

It still seems for the best

“I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre

And felt the silence hanging low in No Man's Land

And though those Spanish nights were fine it wasn't only from the wine

It still seems all in hand”.

“I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi

The Grand Bahama Island stories carry on

And though those aligator smiles stay in your memory for a while

There still seems more to come”.

Slade – Far Far Away 1974 

More from Mike Chapman and Nicky Chinn

 “Well you got the hands of a man and the face of a little boy blue
And when you stand you're so grand there's a case just for looking at you”.

48 Crash- Suzi Quatro 1973

“I saw you sitting in the soda store

 where all the cast-off Stardust falls.

Where they write their names on the floor

and hang their photographs on the walls”.

“Oh but to me you’ve still got sweet sixteen

written on your old blue jeans.

I’m getting rid of Abigail Blast

I’ll call you Rocket, forget the past”.

Mud-Rocket  1974