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