Born Late '58 - Mott The Hoople
Written by：P. O. Watts
Baby took me out last night
Got a little cadillac bite
Shook me about inside out
Didn't get home 'till light
She's a grower a goer you gotta get to know her
No chooser a cruiser you turn around she'll lose you
Burned out as the light turned green
Smoke screened off her rail
He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin'
Faster than the u s mail
She's a speeder a leader
You're really gotta meet her
You see her she thrills you you look at her she'll kill you
Listen fella baby don't you sell her
Don't you try and steal her away
Hush man logs in her dam
Think you better fade away
Detonator jail baiter a radar radiator
She'll annoy ya destroy ya she'll bring ya down in fire
Create her mistreat her no use tryin' to beat her
Admit it she's greater shame you weren't born later