Born Late `58 — текст песни (mott the hoople)

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.