Rod Stewart

(rod stewart / ron wood)
I've got two and more to show
I was dreaming of a mobile
That couldn't be mine not without lyin'
Was i feeling kind a silly
When i stepped in soakin' beer down the cola machine
Oh, stayin' seventeen
Well she claimed she was a killer
And she owned a flood lit villa
A little aways from the main highway
Oh take me way down yonder
She was tall, thin and tarty
And she drove a maserati
Faster than sound
I was heaven bound
Although i must have looked a creep
In my army surplus jeep
Was i being too bold