Queen-Hot Rod/Stub-A-Lean/Nick Nitti

Queen - Hot Rod Yeah, she was a hot rod queen She could tune her own machine Leather was her evening gown She could lay a Harley down And fight Like a big twasp She fell in with an outlaw Ben A road warrior took her hand They were running down the back roads with the law on their tail Next thing she knew she was sleeping in jail Like she was just sixteen years old Was, just sixteen years old She had the face of an angel Black mink, floating free And jumping down the jailhouse wall And out through the window And down into the city And land on back roads and ...rest to sleeping Faaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyeeeee If she was a hot rod queen She could keep her own and clean They put her in a foster home One that she left to hand and comb And ran the wide highway She rode the trucks from town to town She finally flagged a clover down Last seen headed north Seen in smoking and so forth He was a big man, crone Dan Bull Was Dan, was crone Dan Bull That had the face of an angel That made floatin' free Back, back along the white lines And cover up the stop signs Would Boil ever be on trail 'Til he covered up the stars With black little lace Moustache on the moon Moustache on the moon! Ohhh, a moustache on the moooooon A hot rod queen She could tune her own machine She could tune her own machine She could keep her own hand clean And she could tune her own machine She could keep her iron clean She could keep her old man clean She could tune her own machine She could keep her ironing board clean She even cleaned in the corner