Mott The Hoople - Drivin' Sister Lyrics

Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay' Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way Her mother got bust on a 88 And her brother got stuck on my number plate Hey mister bartender won't you gimme some wine I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time He put five gallons in my petrol tank You know we just about made it but her breath sure stank yeah Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She's got feel on the wheel Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She don't make with no brakes Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She's an automobeat on the street Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She's much too much on the clutch Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She got her feet on the wheel Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She don't make with no brakes I said drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister drive I said drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister, drive on. Mott The Hoople Lyrics Drivin' Sister Lyrics