Текст (слова) песни: Marc Bolan and T. Rex - 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
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