Lyrics Hot Rod Mama - Alternative Version - T. Rex

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 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 levis,
My baseball boots above my head
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
My purple coloured dodeville
She took my ice-cream mustang
My purple coloured dodeville
She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill
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 my mind, I can't keep up the pace
HOT - ROD MA-MA MO-VING - LIKE - A - MOTOR CYCLE