Hot Rod Lincoln

Now you've heard the Story of the Hot Rod race When the Fords and the Mercury was setting the pace That story is true I'm here to say cause I was driving that Model A She's got a Lincoln motor And it's really souped up That Model A body Makes it look like a pup It's got eight cylinders And uses them all With an overdrive That just won't stall Got a 4-barrel carb And a dual exhaust With 4.11 gears You can really get lost It's got safety tubes And I'm not scared The brakes are good And the tires are fair We left San Pedro Late one night The moon and the stars Was shining bright Everything went fine Up at Grapevine Hill We was passing cars like They was standing still Then all of a sudden Like the flick of an eye A Cadillac sedan Passed us by The remark was made That's the car for me By then the tail light Was all you could see Well, the fellas ribbed me For being behind So I started to make That Lincoln unwind Took my foot off the gas And man alive I shoved it on down Into overdrive Well, I wound it up to A hundred and ten Twisted the speedometer Cable right off the end Had my foot glued Right to the floor I said, that's all there is There ain't no more Went around a corner And passed a truck I crossed my fingers Just for luck The fenders clicking The guard rail post The guy beside me White as a ghost I guess they thought I'd lost my sense The telephone poles Looked like a picket fence Said, slow down I see spots The lines in the road They just look like dots Smoke was rolling Outta the back When I started to gain On that Cadillac I knew I could catch him And hoped I could pass But when I did I'd be short on gas Went around the corner With the tires on the side You could feel the tension Man, what a ride I said, hold on I've got a license to fly And the Cadillac Pulled over and let me by Then all of a sudden A rod started knocking Down in the depths She started a rocking I looked in the mirror And a red light was blinking The cops was after My Hot Rod Lincoln Well, they arrested me And they put me in jail I called my pop To go my bail He said, son, you're Gonna drive me to drinking If you don't quit driving That Hot Rod Lincoln