ฟังเพลงBorn Late '58

Born Late `58 - 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.