| Song | Hot Rod Mama - Mono Version |
| Artist | T. Rex |
| Album | My People Were Fair And Had Sky In Their Hair...But Now They're Content To Wear Stars On Their Brows |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hot rod mama moving | |
| like a motor cycle devil in a race | |
| Blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace | |
| I'm selling all my midnight, | |
| still broke and living on the ground | |
| My gone little mama cut out without a sound | |
| With my greased-up levis, | |
| baseball boots above my head | |
| If it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead | |
| She took my ice-cream mustang | |
| and my purple coloured dodeville | |
| She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill |