“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
Pickin’ up the music and passin’ 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 somethin’ told me no

He-he-hey, mama rocker
You’re a good man’s savior
Pickin’ up the music and passin’ out the favor

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Hey, hey, hey, hey
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
Pickin’ up the music and passin’ out the favors

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“Down, way down low.”