Hot Rod Mama
T. Rex 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 lyrics of T. Rex's song "Hot Rod Mama" describe a wild, fast-paced woman who is compared to a devil in a race. The singer seems to be entranced by her, declaring that she has blown his mind and he can't keep up with her speedy movements. He has even resorted to selling all his midnight (a reference to drugs or perhaps something illegal) but is still broke and living on the ground. Suddenly, the woman disappears without a sound, leaving the singer feeling defeated and exhausted.


The second verse takes a more comical approach, as the singer describes his appearance: with his greased-up Levis and baseball boots above his head, he looks like a ridiculous, tragic figure. He laments that if it wasn't so sad, he might even wish he were dead. The woman who has left him has taken everything, from his prized ice-cream mustang to his purple-colored Dodeville car. She has even taken his panpipes and his "elixir of life" pill, further showcasing the woman's power and control over him.


Overall, the lyrics of "Hot Rod Mama" describe a fast and furious relationship with a powerful, captivating woman who ultimately leaves the singer exhausted and defeated. The imagery is colorful and vivid, highlighting the intensity of the situation.


Line by Line Meaning

Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race
The singer compares his lover to a reckless motorcyclist, leading him astray


Blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace
The singer is overwhelmed and unable to keep up with the demands of his lover


I'm selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground
The singer is selling his time and energy for his lover without much to show for it


My gone little mama cut out without a sound
The artist's lover leaves suddenly and without explanation


With my greased-up levis, baseball boots above my head
The artist describes his appearance with greasy jeans and boots, perhaps indicating his rough lifestyle


If it wasn't such a tragedy, I might wish I was dead
The singer regrets his situation but finds it too comically absurd to take seriously


She took my ice-cream mustang and my purple coloured dodeville
The singer's lover takes his prized possessions, showing her disregard for his feelings


She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill
The artist's lover takes even insignificant items from him, causing further frustration




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

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Comments from YouTube:

Oreius

This is one of the most under rated and misunderstood albums. Its F#@king genius....

VidzGB

It is genius. Can you remove the f word. Thanks!

Oreius

Lol pardon my French

VidzGB

Vous etes un gentil homme

Nicholas Kania

So underrated, his first 4 albums all are imo

UISTMAN59

:) Not one of the very best, but still amazing acoustic non-electric sound.

mackb909

Original Tyrannosaurus Rex: Marc Bolan- acoustic guitar/vocal//Steve Peregrine Took- percussion/vocal. Acoustic folk/blues/psychedelia, ca. 1967-68, pre-"T. Rex"/glam rock/"Electric Warrior." Thanks for putting this on.

Tuzotonic

Thanks for uploading this song from the original Tyrannosaurus Rex. Very cool.

Hannu Takalo

If You think - this rocks.

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