Trampled Under Foot (Live)

Greasy, slicked-down body

Groovy, leather trim

I like the way you hold the road

Mama, it ain't no sin

Love, love

Trouble-free transmission

Helps your oils flow

Well, mama, let me pump your gas

Well, mama, let me do it all

Talkin' bout love, love

Well, dig that heavy metal

Underneath your hood

Baby, I can work all night

Believe I got the perfect tool

Love, love

Model built for comfort

Really built with style

Specialist tradition

Mama, let me feast my eyes

Talkin' bout love, love

Factory air-conditioned

Heat begins to rise

I'm guaranteed to run for hours

Mama, you're the perfect size

Love, love

Oh, yes, I

Groovin' on the freeway

Gauges all in red

Gun down on my gasoline

Believe I'm gonna crack your head

Love, love

But I can't, I can't, I can't

I can't stop talkin' about love

Ooh, yeah

Come to me for service

Every hundred mile

Baby, let me check your points

Fix your overdrive

Love

It's fully automatic

Keep against your mile

And remember, mama, dear

Rock to the other side

Talkin' bout love, love

Feather-light suspension

Koni's couldn't hold

I'm so glad I took a look

Inside your showroom door

Talkin' bout love, love

But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't

I can't stop talkin' about love

I can't stop talkin' about love, oh, yeah

Push, push, push

Push, push, yeah

Push, push, push

Push, push, yeah