T. Rex - Hot Rod Mama (Stereo) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Hot Rod Mama (Stereo) - T. Rex



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



Writer(s): Bolan


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