Trampled Under Foot Songtext
von Vanilla Fudge

Greased and slicked down fine, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain′t no sin

Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin′ ′bout love

Trouble-free transmission, puncture will explode
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all

Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin' ′bout love

Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools

Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin′ 'bout love
Talkin′ 'bout love

A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes


Talkin′ 'bout love
Talkin′ 'bout love
Talkin' ′bout love

Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it′s a perfect size

Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin' ′bout love

Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.

Talkin′ ′bout love
Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin' ′bout love
I can't stop talkin′ about...

Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive

Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin′ ′bout love
Talkin' ′bout love

Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized


Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin' 'bout love

Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn′t hold
I′m so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors

Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin' ′bout love
Talkin' ′bout love

Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love