Hot Rod Mama
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Tyrannosaurous 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 colored Dodgeville 
She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill