Lyrics Mustang Momma - John Wetton, Richard Palmer-James

Mustang Momma

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