«What a cheek of the gods»
I thought when I’d hit the ground
But now that I’m here anyway — terrestrial-bound
Gotta make the most of causing this stir
Condescent to save the world
And turn it upside down
I’ll shake it till my kingdom come
They call me Love T-T-Tyger
I’m gonna save your soul — never mine
Love T-T-Tyger — I’m gonna save your soul
There may be a lot who don’t wanna be saved
I’m gonna save them anyway
Tonight the love tyger’s gonna bite you tonight
Tobi or not to be! Motown-god, just in white
Evel Kneevil of Rock just without evil bike
I would break my nose to make a stir
Break a rib to save the world from choreography
I say a lot I must not say
And yet I get paid quite okay
They call me Love T-T-Tyger
I’m gonna save your soul — never mine
Love T-T-Tyger — I’m gonna save your soul
There may be a lot who don’t wanna be saved
I’m gonna save them anyway
Tonight the love tyger’s gonna strike tonight
Call me Love T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-Tyger
I’m gonna save your soul — never mine
Love T-T-Tyger — I’m gonna save your soul
There may be a lot who don’t wanna be saved
I’m gonna save them anyway
Tonight I’m gonna purr and scratch and bite you tonight
T-T-T-Tyger
AT-T-T-T-T-tack of the T-T-T-T-Tyger