Hot Rod Mama - текст песни
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'm blown out of 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 and my baseball boots around my head
Ah well my greased up Levi's and my baseball boots around my head
Well I might think it was a tragedy
Yeah but you might think that I was dead (yeah alright)
My high speed Mustang and my purple coloured dodeville
She took my high speed Mustang and my purple coloured dodeville
She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life 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'm blown out of my mind I can't keep up the pace
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