Five-o Ford
Let me tell you the tale of a hot rod race
That happened out in a secluded place
Where no one lives
'Cept cows and a few raccoons
I was drivin' around in my shoe-box car
My baby and me underneath the stars
My engine was knockin'
But I knew it'd clear real soon
I was cruisin' along 'bout ninety-five
I looked in my mirror and man alive
Some guy was gaining on me
As his engine roared
So I gave that holly carb' some gas
My baby cried out don't let him pass
I guess it's just that bitch got bored
I had to race my fucked up Ford
I made the turn at one-o'-eight
And he was up on my back gate
And I knew he had something bad
Underneath that hood
So I pushed it up to a hundred and ten
That flathead motor was about to give in
I crossed my fingers and prayed to the lord
Don't let me down you fucked up Ford
It's my fucked up Ford! Ooh!
It's my fucked up Ford!
When cherry tops began to spin
I knew this race was about to end
It's a cop by God
My engine can't give no more
He threw me in jail, warrant ignored
My car blew up as the oil poured
I guess it's just that bitch got bored
I had to race my fucked up Ford
It's my fucked up Ford! Yurgh!
It's my fucked up Ford!
That happened out in a secluded place
Where no one lives
'Cept cows and a few raccoons
I was drivin' around in my shoe-box car
My baby and me underneath the stars
My engine was knockin'
But I knew it'd clear real soon
I was cruisin' along 'bout ninety-five
I looked in my mirror and man alive
Some guy was gaining on me
As his engine roared
So I gave that holly carb' some gas
My baby cried out don't let him pass
I guess it's just that bitch got bored
I had to race my fucked up Ford
I made the turn at one-o'-eight
And he was up on my back gate
And I knew he had something bad
Underneath that hood
So I pushed it up to a hundred and ten
That flathead motor was about to give in
I crossed my fingers and prayed to the lord
Don't let me down you fucked up Ford
It's my fucked up Ford! Ooh!
It's my fucked up Ford!
When cherry tops began to spin
I knew this race was about to end
It's a cop by God
My engine can't give no more
He threw me in jail, warrant ignored
My car blew up as the oil poured
I guess it's just that bitch got bored
I had to race my fucked up Ford
It's my fucked up Ford! Yurgh!
It's my fucked up Ford!
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Writer(s): James Collis Heath
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