Hot Rod Mama کے بول

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