Текст песни 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

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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