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Hot Rod Mamas

Words and music copyright © Leon Chase 2006.

As performed on the album Drunk

 

Well you’re fat free and gym-toned
Another doll-faced, space-case catalog clone
You keep your face so pretty and your hair so clean
And you think your shit don’t stink, if you know what I mean

You can bat your eyes and powder your nose,
prance around in your fancy clothes,
talk dumb to every guy you see,
but that prissy shit don’t fly with me

Baby, if you want to get me alone,
here’s little something that you better know:

I need a shit talkin’, big-butt, little bit of beer gut
hot rod mama
with money to blow

Big bad hot rod mamas
always get me where I want to go
Big bad hot rod mamas
Well they talk mean and they ain’t too clean
but they never take it slow

I’ve been around a while
and I can’t speak for other guys
but as for me, there’s one thing you should know:
I don’t need no model from a magazine
and I sure don’t need no drama queen

I need a shit talkin’, big-butt,
little bit of beer gut
hot rod mama
with money to blow

Wanted: one hard-living woman with sass
with a brain in her head and some meat on her ass
Light on the makeup and heavy in the bust
Money and badass car a plus

She’s gotta be weird, she’s gotta be wild
She’s gotta have a whole lot of crazy style
Funny as hell, and bullshit-free
and she’s gotta be willing to put up with me

So baby, if you want to get me alone,
here’s little something that you better know:

I need a shit talkin’, big-butt,
little bit of beer gut
hot rod mama
with money to blow

Big bad hot rod mamas
always get me where I want to go
Big bad hot rod mamas
Well they talk mean and they ain’t too clean
but they never take it slow

I’ve been around a while
and I can’t speak for other guys
but as for me, there’s one thing you should know:
I don’t need no model from a magazine
and I sure don’t need no drama queen

I need a shit talkin’, big-butt,
little bit of beer gut
hot rod mama
with money to blow

 

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