hot rod mama

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