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 shoebox 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 95
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 pa**"
I guess it's just that b**h got bored
I had to race my f**ed up Ford
I made the turn at 108
And he was up on my back gate
And I knew he had something bad
Underneath that hood
So I pushed it up to 110
That flathead motor was about to give in
I crossed my fingers and prayed to the lord
Don't let me down, you f**ed up Ford
It's my f**ed up Ford!
It's my f**ed 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 b**h got bored
I had to race my f**ed up Ford
It's my f**ed up Ford! Whoo!
It's my f**ed up Ford!