She didn't like my songs and that made me feel blue.
She said, "A big band is far better than you."
She don't rock 'n' roll; she don't like it.
She don't do the stroll; well, she don't do it right.
And everything's wrong and my patience is gone when
I woke one morning and remembered this song.
Kinda catchy.
I hope that she will talk to me now and even allow me to
hold her hand and forget that old band.
I strolled around to her pad.
Her light was off and that's bad.
Her sister said that my girl was gone,
"But come inside, Boy, and play, play, play me a song."
I said, "Yeah, here I go."
She's kinda cute. Don't ya know that
After a while of seeing her smile, I
knew we could make it, and make it in style.
So now I've got all I need.
She and I are in love, we've agreed.
She likes this song and my others too.
So now you see my world is. . . .
Because of this tune.
What a boon, this tune.
I tell ya, soon
We'll be lying in bed, happily wed, and I
won't think of that girl, or what she said.

Syd Barrett

• remnants of a song

Ma Jolie