Born Late '58

Born Late '58 - Mott The Hoople

Written by：P. O. 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