Hot Rod Momma

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Marc Bolan - Rock, In English

Hot Rod Momma

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You know, when I'm singing, baby, I can't tele-- telepathically, you know? It's easy to blow it. Okay? All together now Hot rod momma moving like a motorcycle devil in a race Hot rod momma moving like a motorcycle devil in a race I've blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace Selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground Selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground My gone little momma cut out without a sound With my greased-up Levi's I place baseball boots above my head With my greased-up Levi's and 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 took my ice-cream Mustang and my purple coloured Dodeville Well, she even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill Well now Hot rod momma moving like a motorcycle devil in a race Hot rod momma moving like a motorcycle devil in a race Blown out of my mind, I can't keep up the pace Hot (hot) Rod (rod) Mom (mom) Ma (ma) Mo (mo) Ving (ving) Like (like) A (a) Mo (mo) Tor (tor) Cycle

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  • Simon Napier-Bell