Mustang Momma - John Wetton, Richard Palmer-James

Well I’m a little bit dumb and a little bit fat

When it comes to celebrating I know where it’s at

Saturday night and I’m out on my jack

My tight jeans on and my sun-roof back

Parking on the pavement by a downtown bar

Just had to take a moment looking over my car

Forgive me everybody if I pass a little sigh

Every time I see the Mustang, feel I could fly

Well I walked right in and I sat down on the scene

And over in the corner there’s a lady dressed up like a queen

She looks like a lover on a program on TV

Think I’ll move on over and afford som company

Well hello ther honey, can you come out tonight?

I’m a real fine mover and you sure look a sight

She said «Baloney, you’re just wasting my time

If you think there’s any action in a bottle of wine»

I feel kinda homesick for the good old days

With my chopped hog poppa on the great highway

Black leather shirt and a broken nose

And a bellyful of pills so that anything goes

Well I tell you everybody I could see her point of view

Let’s get out to the car and see what we can do

Lady can’t you show me the twinkle in your eye?

She said «C'mon baby, step on the gas and I’ll try»

Ooh, Mustang Momma

Step on the gas, give me a ride

Mustang (Mustang) (Mustang), Mustang Momma

Step on the gas, give me a ride

Ooh, Mustang Momma

Step on the gas, give me a ride

Mustang (Mustang) (Mustang), Mustang Momma

Step on the gas, give me a ride

Ooh, Mustang Momma

Step on the gas, give me a ride

Mustang (Mustang) (Mustang), Mustang Momma

Step on the gas, give me a ride

Ooh, Mustang Momma

Step on the gas, give me a ride

Mustang (Mustang) (Mustang), Mustang Momma

Step on the gas, give me a ride