Hot Rod Mama Lyrics

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 Marc Bolan And T. Rex - Hot Rod Mama - http://motolyrics.com/marc-bolan-and-t-rex/hot-rod-mama-lyrics.html
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