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"Hot Rod Lincoln"

(As recorded by Commander Cody)

Have you heard the story of the hot rod race,
When the Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace
That story is true, I'm here to say,
'Cause I was a-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 8 cylinders and uses 'em all,
Got overdrive, just won't stall.

With a barrel carb, and dual exhaust,
With 4-11 gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, the tires, fair.

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night,
The moon and the stars were shining bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill,
Passin' cars like they was standin' still.

All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye,
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me,"
By then the tail light 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-a live,
I shoved it on down into overdrive.

I wound it up to a hundred and ten,
My speedometer said that I hit top then
My foot was glued like lead to the floor,
That's all there is and there ain't no more.

Now the boys all thought I lost my sense,
Them telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down, I see spots,
The lines on the road, just look like dots."

Took a corner, sideswiped a truck,
I crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guard-rail posts,
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.

Smoke was comin' from out from out of the back,
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass,
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas.

They had flames comin' from out of the side,
You can feel the tension, man what a ride!
I said, "Look boys, I got a license to fly,"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by.

Now all of a sudden she started to knockin',
Down in a dip she started to rockin'
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,
I 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."

(c) Copyright 1960, 1972 by 4-Star Music Co., Inc.
International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved.

- HIT PARADER, September 1972.


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