Track byJohn Wetton/Richard Palmer-James
Well I'm a little bit dumb and a little bit fat When it comes to celebratin' 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 lookin' 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 some company Well hello there honey, can you come out tonight? I'm a real fine mover and you sure look a sight She said "Baloney, you're just wastin' 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