Hot Rod Mama

Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
Well I've blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace

I'm selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground
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 Levi's I wear baseball boots above my head
I wear my greased-up Levi's and my baseball boots above my head
Well I might think it was a tragedy, yeah but you might think that 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
Yeah, now

Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
Well I've blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace