[Chorus]
Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
Blown out of my mind, I can't keep up the pace

[Post-Chorus]
I'm selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground
I'm selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground
Gone little mama cut out without a sound

[Verse 1]
With my greased-up Levis
Baseball boots above my head
Greased-up Levis
Baseball boots above my head
If it wasn't such a tragedy
I might wish I was dead

[Verse 2]
She took my ice-cream Mustang
And my purple coloured Dodeville
Ice-cream Mustang
And my purple coloured Dodeville
She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill

[Chorus]
Well now
Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
Blown out of my mind, I can't keep up the pace
Hot rod mama moving in like a motor cycle