James Reyne Motor`s Too Fast Lyrics

Motor`s Too Fast Lyrics

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