Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Rod Jalopy, artist - Johnny Bond. Date of issue: 13.04.2021
Song language: English
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 |