Mama Rocker - 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 favor

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 favor

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