Lyrics Born Late '58 - Mott The Hoople

Born Late '58

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
Smokescreened 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