Marc Bolan - The Woodland Bop

Everybody's doing the Woodland Bop
Once you start you will find it hard to stop.
In the hallowed morning
See her in the moon-white
Streaking across the skies
In the evening dusk dunes
See her like a sun bird
Streaking across the skies

There's a man on the corner
Got his head in his hat He dances like a gypsy
So he must be where it's at.
Do the rock
Do the woodland rock
Let it all hang out,
Everybody shout,
Do the rock - do the woodland rock.
The wind is the thing
That makes the body swing
It brings you up and takes you down
And treats you like a king