Mott The Hoople - Drivin Sister текст песни

(ian hunter/mick ralphs)

Eight-track machine playing half moon bay

Drivin in my volks down on hamstead way

Her mother got bust on a 88

And her brother got stuck on my number plate

Hey mister bartender wont you gimme some wine

I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time

He put five gallons in my petrol tank

You know we just about made it but her breath sure stank yeah

Drivin sister rocknroll

Shes got feel on the wheel

Drivin sister rocknroll

She dont make with no brakes

Drivin sister rocknroll

Shes an automobeat on the street

Drivin sister rocknroll

Shes much too much on the clutch

Drivin sister rocknroll

She got her feet on the wheel

Drivin sister rocknroll

She dont make with no brakes

I said drive, drive, drive, drive

And drive little sister drive

I said drive, drive, drive, drive

And drive little sister, drive on.