Hot Rod Lincoln Lyrics
Now you've heard the story of the hot rod race
When the Ford an' Mercury was settin' the pace
That story's true I'm here to say
'Cause I was a-drivin' that Model-A
It's got a Lincoln motor an' it's really souped up
An' that Model-A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders'n uses them all
With an overdrive that just won't stall
Got a four-barrel carb an' dual exhaust
4-11 gears it can really get lost
Got safety tubes but I'm not scared
The brakes are good an' the tires are bare
We left San Pedro late one night
The moon an' the stars was shinin' bright
Everything went fine up on Grapevine hill
We was passin' cars like they was standin' still
Then all of a sudden like the flick of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
A remark was made, "That's the car for me."
But by then, the dim of the taillights was all you could see
Well, the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas an' man alive
I shoved it clear down into overdrive
Well, I wound it up to a hundred an' ten
Twisted the speedometer cable off the end
Had my foot keyed clear to the floor
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Sez, "That's all there is, there ain't no more."
Went around the corner an' I passed a truck
I crossed my fingers just for luck
The fenders clickin' 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
They said, "Slow down I see spots."
The lines in the road, they just looked like dots
Smoke was rollin' outta o' the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him, an' I hoped I could pass
But when I did, I'd be short on gas
Went aroun' the corner with the tires on the side
You could feel the tension, man, what a ride!
I said, "Hold on, I got a license to fly."
An' the Caddillac pulled over an' let me by
Then all of a sudden a rod started knockin'
An' down in the dip she started to rockin'
I looked in the mirror an' a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my hot rod Lincoln
Well, they arrested me an' they put me in jail
I called my pop to go my bail
He said, "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't quit drivin' that hot rod Lincoln."
