Ke$ha Writes Song about Vagina with Mom, Pebe [LISTEN]: 'Gold Trans Am' a Tribute to Songstress' Souped-Up Car AND Private Parts

Pop songstress Ke$ha is known for her rather wild and bizarre fashion, music, and lifestyle antics... but did fans know that she wrote the Warrior hit tune "Gold Trans Am" about her own vagina?! Not only is the track a tribute to Ke$ha's "souped-up" automobile and private parts, but the 25-year-old starlet's mom Pebe was the one to help her write it! The uber-close mom and daughter duo are known for penning lyrics about sex and romance together... but really?!

Check out Ke$ha's explicitly catchy tune entitled "Gold Trans Am" - with meaningful lyrics dedicated to her classic sports car (and apparently her nether-regions):

According to a report in U.K.'s the Sun, Ke$ha recently admitted - “It began as a song about my car, which is a gold Trans Am, and it works about 40 per cent of the time. I don't have another car because I love that one so much. But then like all great pop it became a metaphor for something else - my pu##y... But my vagina is in tip top working order. Valeted and souped-up and working 100 per cent of the time."

Apparently no "forbidden" subject's ever off-limits... even when it comes to penning the explicit lyrics with her mom. The "Tik-Tok" songstress is very close to her mother Pebe, who raised Kesha Rose Sebert and her older brother Logan as a single mother in LA. And the pair's musicial inspirations stem from several different intimate subjects - from sex, to relationships, to the "Die Young" rapper's own vagina. Ke$ha explains to Q magazine:

"We write songs about boys and sex together. That may not be normal to the average psychiatrist out there but I think it's pretty cool... Don't analyse. That's the problem with so much culture out there... People are so trapped into trying to do the right thing. As long as you are not hurting anyone I think you should feel free to indulge your fantasies."

Check out the lyrics to "Gold Trans Am" - it all sort of makes sense now...

Wham bam, thank you, man
Get inside my fu##ing gold trans am
Wham bam, thank you, man
Get inside my fu##ing gold trans am

Pull over sucker, now spread 'em
Lemme see what you're packin' inside that denim
Pedal to the medal, looking straight amazing
I can't help all the hell that I'm raising

Stopping traffic like an ambulance
Tryna get my hands in your worn down pants
Hey, Skynyrd t-shirt tight, baby, need a ride?
I'm the captain of this ship, so shut up and get inside

[Chorus:]
Come on, climb into my golden cockpit
Love you 'till you're seeing stars and stripes
Burning rubber on the southern highway
Gonna take you for a freedom ride
Get inside!

[Hook]
Wham bam, thank you, man
Get inside my fu##ing gold trans am
Wham bam, thank you, man
Get inside my fu##ing gold trans am

Your sweet a## mullet caught my eye
Now you got me jonesing for a moustache ride
Twenty bucks and a switchblade knife
American metal with a devil inside

Daisy dukes showing off my a##
And when I walk past give the boys whiplash
Hey, you, Skynyrd t-shirt tight, baby, need a ride?
I'm the captain of this ship, so shut up and get inside

[Chorus]
Come on, climb into my golden cockpit
Love you 'till you're seeing stars and stripes
Burning rubber on the southern highway
Gonna take you for a freedom ride
Get inside!

Freedom ride
Get inside!

[Chorus]
Come on, climb into my golden cockpit
Love you 'till you're seeing stars and stripes
Burning rubber on the southern highway
Gonna take you for a freedom ride
Get inside!