Hot Rod Mama (Mono Version)

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