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Hot Rod Lincoln
Charlie Ryan and W.S. Stevenson, as performed by
Commander Cody and his Lost Planet Airmen
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_Rod_Lincoln
My pappy said "Son,
you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod
Lincoln"
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
Where the
Fords and Lincolns were settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm here to
say
That I was drivin' that Model-A
It'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 'em all
Got overdrive that just won't stall
With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
With 4-11 gears you can
really get lost
Got safety tubes but I ain't scared
The brakes are
good, tires fair
Pulled outta San Pedro late one night
The moon
and the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine hill
Passin' cars like they was standin' still
All of a sudden in the wink
of an eye
Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said "Boys that's the mark for
me"
By then the tailight was all you could see
Now the fellas
ribbed me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive
Wound it up to a hunderd an' ten
My speedometer said that I hit top
end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is an'
there ain't no more
Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
Them telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said "slow down, I
see spots"
The lines on the road just looked like dots
Took a
corner and side-swiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My
fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a
ghost
Smoke was comin' from outta the back
When started t' gain on
that Cacillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don'tcha
know by then we'd be low on gas
We had flames comin' from outta the
side
You could feel the tension, man whatta ride
I said "look out
boys, I got a license to fly"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by
Now all of a sudden she started knockin'
Down in the dip she started
to rockin'
And I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin'
The
cops was after my hot rod Lincoln
They arrested me and they put me in
jail
They called my pappy to throw my bail
He said "son you're gonna
drive me to drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"