Born Late 58 — текст песни (mott the hoople)

(overend watts)



Baby took me out last night

Got a little cadillac bite.

Shook me about - inside out

Didnt get home till light.



Shes a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her

No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around shell lose you



Burned out as the light turned green

Smoke-screened off her rail.

He didnt see me comin but he shoulda saw me runnin

Faster than the u.s. mail.



Shes a speeder, a leader

Youre really gotta meet her

You see her, she thrills you, you look at her shell kill you.



Listen, fella, baby dont you sell her

Dont you try and steal her away

Hush, man logs in her dam

Think you better fade away



Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator

Shell annoy ya, destroy ya - shell bring ya down in fire

Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin to beat her

Admit it, shes greater, shame you werent born later.