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	Home > Bands and artists starting with 't' > T.Rex > My People Were Fair and Had Sky in Their Hair... > Hot Rod Mama

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, 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