Hot Rod Mama

[Chorus] Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race Blown out of my mind, I can't keep up the pace [Post-Chorus] 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 Gone little mama cut out without a sound [Verse 1] With my greased-up Levis Baseball boots above my head Greased-up Levis Baseball boots above my head If it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead [Verse 2] She took my ice-cream Mustang And my purple coloured Dodeville Ice-cream Mustang And my purple coloured Dodeville She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill [Chorus] Well 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 Blown out of my mind, I can't keep up the pace Hot rod mama moving in like a motor cycle