Mama Rocker
Michael Nesmith

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

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
Pickin' up the music and passin' 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 come to make love
Whoa, mama rocker, you're a good man's savior
Pickin' up the music and passin' out the favors

Down, way down low