Stacey Grove Lyrics

Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine,
Hat full of wine.
Stacey Grove he's a roaming catcher of skies,
forecaster of eyes, so no lies
he's a nice cat
Ahh he's a nice cat

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.

he's a nice cat
Ahh he's a nice cat

Stoo doo doo Stacey Stacey Grove
Stoo doo doo Stacey Stacey Grove

he's a nice catMarc Bolan And T. Rex - Stacey Grove - http://motolyrics.com/marc-bolan-and-t-rex/stacey-grove-lyrics.html
Ahh he's a nice cat

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.

he's a nice cat
Ahh he's a nice cat

Stoo doo doo Stacey Stacey Grove
Stoo doo doo Stacey Stacey Grove

Ahh he's a nice cat
Ahh he's a nice cat

Doo doo doo Stacey Stacey Grove
Stoo doo doo Stacey Stacey Grove
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