Born Late '58

(álbum: The Hoople - 1974)

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 coming but he shoulda saw me running
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 trying to beat her
Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later.