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 |
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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 |