| Song | Rusty Lady |
| Artist | Jack Bruce |
| Album | Silver Rails |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| They say she was so strong | |
| Put us back where we belong | |
| But she never tried to make my day | |
| Tried to blow it all away | |
| Now she’s agent orange in the dirty wind | |
| Can’t wait for something to begin | |
| They say she changed the world so well | |
| Really rwang those wedding bells | |
| But she went and missed my G spot | |
| By burning all the goods we’d got | |
| Now she’s growing grey out in the bin | |
| Just can’t wait for something to begin | |
| They say that she was metal hard | |
| And handed us some real good cards | |
| But she never trumped my ace | |
| Though she blew CS gas in my face | |
| Now she’s fertilising flaky tin | |
| Can’t wait for something to begin | |
| The way she walked just wasn’t real | |
| Clouds of rust all swirling round her heels | |
| When she stepped from her oxhide car | |
| It was Winston in drag without the cigar | |
| Rusty lady etc. |
| They say she was so strong | |
| Put us back where we belong | |
| But she never tried to make my day | |
| Tried to blow it all away | |
| Now she' s agent orange in the dirty wind | |
| Can' t wait for something to begin | |
| They say she changed the world so well | |
| Really rwang those wedding bells | |
| But she went and missed my G spot | |
| By burning all the goods we' d got | |
| Now she' s growing grey out in the bin | |
| Just can' t wait for something to begin | |
| They say that she was metal hard | |
| And handed us some real good cards | |
| But she never trumped my ace | |
| Though she blew CS gas in my face | |
| Now she' s fertilising flaky tin | |
| Can' t wait for something to begin | |
| The way she walked just wasn' t real | |
| Clouds of rust all swirling round her heels | |
| When she stepped from her oxhide car | |
| It was Winston in drag without the cigar | |
| Rusty lady etc. |
| They say she was so strong | |
| Put us back where we belong | |
| But she never tried to make my day | |
| Tried to blow it all away | |
| Now she' s agent orange in the dirty wind | |
| Can' t wait for something to begin | |
| They say she changed the world so well | |
| Really rwang those wedding bells | |
| But she went and missed my G spot | |
| By burning all the goods we' d got | |
| Now she' s growing grey out in the bin | |
| Just can' t wait for something to begin | |
| They say that she was metal hard | |
| And handed us some real good cards | |
| But she never trumped my ace | |
| Though she blew CS gas in my face | |
| Now she' s fertilising flaky tin | |
| Can' t wait for something to begin | |
| The way she walked just wasn' t real | |
| Clouds of rust all swirling round her heels | |
| When she stepped from her oxhide car | |
| It was Winston in drag without the cigar | |
| Rusty lady etc. |