Dear Dad

Dear Dad, don't get mad What I'm asking for Is by the next semester Can I get another car? This one here is sickening On a wide dual road I might as well be walking As to drive this old Ford Almost everytime I try To go and pass a truck If I ain't goin' downhill Dad, I'm out of luck And even if I get by It's still a rugged risk The way this old Ford Keep a-hitting and a-miss Last week, when I was driving On my way to school I almost got a ticket 'Bout a freeway traffic rule It's now a violation Driving under 45 And if I push to 50 This here Ford will nosedive Dad, I'm in great danger Out here trying to drive The way this Ford wiggles When I'm approaching 45 I have to nurse it along Like a little stubborn pup And cars whizzing by me Dad, look like I'm backing up She just don't have the appetite For gas somehow And Dad, I got four carburetors Hooked up on it now I tried to hook another To see if I'd do a little good But ain't no place to put it 'Less I perforate the hood Well Dad, send the money See what I can see Try to find a Cadillac A '62 or '3 Just something that won't worry us To keep it on the road Sincerely, your beloved son Henry Junior Ford