Born Late 58 Lyrics by Mott The Hoople

Born Late 58 Lyrics

    (overend watts)

    Baby took me out last night
    Got a little cadillac bite.
    Shook me about - inside out
    Didn't get home 'till light.

    She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her
    No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you

    Burned out as the light turned green
    Smoke-screened off her rail.
    He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin'
    Faster than the u.s. mail.

    She's a speeder, a leader
    You're really gotta meet her
    You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you.

    Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her
    Don't you try and steal her away
    Hush, man logs in her dam
    Think you better fade away

    Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator
    She'll annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire
    Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her
    Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later.

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