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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