Motor's Too Fast

He's just a local boy

Modeling for magazines

Nun-Chukka

Things are never quite as they seem

He's got throwing stars, he's got silver tops

Mama's grabbed her jewelery

Hidden in the bathroom

Calling the cops

Give me somewhere to go

Don't give me train rides

When the shops are all closed

Don't give me train rides

Never gave anyone the slightest notion

Never showed us that the call was cast

Mama don't want you, daddy don't want you

Your motor's running way too fast

Now the Mall way's shuttered

Hanging in the afternoon

Drink a little Vodka, picking up the old man

Rolling him 'round in her room