Hot Rod Mama
Marc Bolan Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The song 'Hot Rod Mamma' by Marc Bolan is a song about a man who is in love with a woman, described as a 'hot rod mamma', who moves like a motorcycle devil in a race. The man is infatuated with her and his mind is blown out, making it tough for him to keep up the pace. Unfortunately, his little mama cuts out without a sound, and he's still broke and living on the ground. He's selling all his midnight to keep afloat, and it seems that he's pretty unhappy about it all. He's so miserable that he says that if it wasn't such a tragedy, he might be wishing he was dead.


The lyrics are quite straightforward, with the man singing about how much he loves his hot rod mamma, but she has left him with nothing. There's a sense of desperation in his voice, with him selling all he has to stay alive. The woman is described as wild and free, moving like a motorcycle devil. She's taken everything from the man, including his car, home and even his elixir of life pill. The lyrics showcase the power of love and how it can turn individuals into wild and desperate creatures.


Line by Line Meaning

Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
The woman he's with is driving fast and recklessly, making it hard for him to keep up.


Blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace
He can't handle the lifestyle and pace she's living at, causing him to feel overwhelmed.


I'm selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground
He's selling all his possessions but still struggling financially, living in poverty.


My gone little mama cut out without a sound
She left him without saying anything, leaving him confused and alone.


With my greased-up levis,
He's wearing slick, greased-up jeans.


Baseball boots above my head
He has his baseball boots hanging over his head, possibly as a form of decoration or to keep them clean.


If it wasn't such a tragedy
If it wasn't so sad or disastrous.


I might wish I was dead
He would prefer to die than continue living in such a depressing situation.


She took my ice-cream mustang
She took his fancy car, a symbol of his status and wealth.


And my purple coloured dodeville
She also took his other car, possibly another fancy or expensive one.


She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill
She took his music instruments and the pill he believes keeps him healthy and alive, showing she left him with nothing.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: BOLAN

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