Lyrics T. Rex – Hot Rod Mama
Text:
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
Album
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T. Rex – Frowning Atahuallpa (My Inca Love)
T. Rex – Wielder Of Words (Robard De Font Le Roy)
T. Rex – Graceful Fat Sheba
T. Rex – Knight
T. Rex – Afghan Woman
T. Rex – Mustang Ford
T. Rex – Dwarfish Trumpet Blues
T. Rex – Chateau In Virginia Waters
T. Rex – Strange Orchestras
T. Rex – Child Star
T. Rex – Scenescof
T. Rex – Hot Rod Mama