Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
You know, when I'm singing, baby, I can't tele-- telepathically, you know? It's easy to blow it. Okay? All together now
Hot rod momma moving like a motorcycle devil in a race
Hot rod momma moving like a motorcycle devil in a race
I've blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace
Selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground
Selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground
My gone little momma cut out without a sound
With my greased-up Levi's I place baseball boots above my head
With my greased-up Levi's and 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 took my ice-cream Mustang and my purple coloured Dodeville
Well, she even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill
Well now
Hot rod momma moving like a motorcycle devil in a race
Hot rod momma moving like a motorcycle devil in a race
Blown out of my mind, I can't keep up the pace
Hot (hot)
Rod (rod)
Mom (mom)
Ma (ma)
Mo (mo)
Ving (ving)
Like (like)
A (a)
Mo (mo)
Tor (tor)
Cycle
Hot Rod Momma was written by Simon Napier-Bell.
Hot Rod Momma was produced by Marc Bolan.