Hot Rod Poppa

Hot Rod Papa (Marsha Hunt)

Got my hot rod papa movin' Like a motorcycle devil in a race Got my hot rod papa movin' Like a motorcycle devil in a race

Blown out of my mind, I can't keep up the pace

You know I'm selling all by midnight Still broke and livin' on the ground You know I'm selling all by midnight Still broke and livin' on the ground

Cause my gone little papa cut out without a sound

With my greased up Levi's And my baseball boots above my head With my greased up Levi's And my baseball boots above my head

Lord if it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead

Aw, he took my ice green mustang and my purple colored dodo bell He took my ice green mustang and my purple colored dodo bell

Lord he even took my hash pipe and my elixir of life

Hot rod papa movin' Like a motorcycle devil in a race Hot rod papa movin' Like a motorcycle devil in a race

Blown out of my mind, I can't keep up the pace

Hot rod papa movin like a motorcycle