Testo di Mama Rocker

Truckin' through the traffic in a two-tone van, At the door, after four came a lazy lady's hand, Tell by the sound that she was wearing kid gloves And I could feel by the rhythm that she'd come to make love, Whoa, Mama Rocker you're a good man's savior, Picking up the music and passing out the favor She was two inches shorter than me without my boots Got my attention but she never made a move She came and she went, she let me down slow And I wanted to go with her but something told me, "No!", Hey-hey-hey, Mama Rocker you're a good man's savior, Picking up the music and passing out the favor Truckin' through the traffic in a two-tone van, At the door, after four came a lazy lady's hand, Tell by the sound that she was wearing kid gloves And I could feel by the rhythm that she'd want to make love, Whoa, Mama Rocker, you're a good man's savior, Picking up the music and passing out the favors down, way down low