Marc Bolan was another writer of obscure lyrics, from the psychedelia of Tyrannosaurus Rex ("Great horsey champer gold braid, pranced proudly in the garden villas with the Sun, dipped diving with his horned onyx, saddle shining in the black aped eyeballs of the gun. When the great apple falls, she'll be queen of your halls.") to the random lyrics of T Rex ("Metal guru, is it you? Sitting there in your armour plated chair. Metal guru, could it be, you're going to bring my baby to me? She'll be wild, you know, a rock and roll child").