Текст песни 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,
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baseball boots above my head
If it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead

She took my ice-cream mustang

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