Song: 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 ***
Think you better fade away Detonator, jail-baiter
A radar radiator
She'll annoy ya, destroy ya
She'll bring ya down in Create her, mistreat her
No use tryin' to beat her
Admit it, she's greater
Shame you weren't born later