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