Hot Rod Mama

T. Rex

Compositor: Marc Bolan

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