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 --- Motor's Too Fast - James Reyne