Mama Rocker Songtext
von Michael Nesmith & The Second National Band

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 favors


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 favors

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