Lyrics Hot Rod Jalopy - Johnny Bond

Hot Rod Jalopy

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
Had my foot glued
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