born late '58

mott the hoople

baby took me out last night

got a little cadillac bite. shook me about - inside out

didn't get home 'till light. she's a grower

a goer - you gotta get to know her

no chooser

a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you

burned out as the light turned green

smoke-screened off her rail. he didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin'

faster than the u.s. mail. she's a speeder

a leader

you're really gotta meet her

you see her

she thrills you

you look at her she'll kill you. listen

fella

baby don't you sell her

don't you try and steal her away

hush

man logs in her dam

think you better fade away

detonator

jail-baiter - a radar radiator

she'll annoy ya

destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire

create her

mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her

admit it

she's greater

shame you weren't born later.

Full Lyrics: born late '58 - mott the hoople