Trampled Underfoot Lyrics by Led Zeppelin

Trampled Underfoot Lyrics

    (jones/page/plant)

    Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim
    I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin

    Talkin' 'bout love (x3)

    Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow
    Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all

    Talkin' 'bout love (x3)

    Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
    Baby, i could work all night, believe i've got the perfect tools

    Talkin' 'bout love (x3)

    A model built for comfort, really built with style
    Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes

    Talkin' 'bout love (x3)

    Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
    Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size

    Talkin' 'bout love (x3)

    Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
    Gun down on my gasoline, i believe i'm gonna crack a head.

    Talkin' 'bout love (x3)
    I can't stop talkin' about...

    Come to me for service every hundred miles
    Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive

    Talkin' 'bout love (x3)

    Fully automatic, comes in any size
    Makes me wonder what i did, before we synchronized

    Talkin' 'bout love (x3)

    Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold
    I'm so glad i took a look inside your showroom doors

    Talkin' 'bout love (x3)

    Oh, i can't stop talkin' about love.

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