Artist/Band: 
Marc Bolan 
Lyrics for Song: Hot Rod Mama 
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Marc Bolan
  
               
  26106>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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