Hendrix Be Thy Name
By Lee! Dietrich
So beautiful it drives me crazy,
Seeing, hearing, Foxy Lady.
My soul cries out, “I must have her!”
Will you be my Dolly Dagger?
Guitar ablaze like a funeral pyre,
Let me stand next to your Fire!
Music’s dense yet going fast it-
Reminds us all of Crosstown Traffic!
Reaching out like the wings of a dove,
His voice is spreading the Message To Love.
Music shining on stage like diamonds,
Soaring proud like the Night Bird Flying.
He always knows to be Stone Free.
Standing tall and playing grand,
Performing Castles Made Of Sand.
Playing free so strong and wild,
He really is a Voodoo Child!