Roadkill Rita

Roadkill Rita, Mommy used to beat her Never would treat her like she's used to Daddy's little sweetheart, A quintessential dreamer She ran away said she'll be a winner But little did she know, what lay beyond that door Sad, Sad tales of misery Naivete in hand, Said she had a plan Runaway baby, Wants the world at her feet Roadkill Rita, Livin' on the street-aah A jacket and a guitar's all she needs Sidewalk strummer, the chords are-a-hummin She plays that rock n roll just like her heroes The people gather round, They like to hear her sound Sad, sad vocal symphony The critics wrote reviews, from York to Santa Cruz Runaway Baby, Got the world on its knees Roadkill Rita, Signed a record deal-aah Plays her rock n Rollaa by her own rules From Cobo to Japan, She's got a killer band Storms the stage n lets it rip like old school She took on all the odds, Never once thought That she's ever ever gonna lose And so this story shows, the spirit of rock n roll Runaway Baby, Got the world in her hand