| Let me tell you the tale of a hot rod race
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| That happened out in a secluded place
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| Where no one lives
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| 'cept cows and a few raccoons
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| I was drivin' around in my shoebox car
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| My baby and me underneath the stars
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| My engine was knockin'
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| But i knew it’d clear real soon
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| I was cruisin' along 'bout 95
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| I looked in my mirror and man alive
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| Some guy was gaining on me
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| As his engine roared
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| So i gave that Holly carb some gas
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| My baby cried out don’t let him pass
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| I guess it’s just that bitch got bored
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| I had to race my fucked up Ford
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| I made the turn at 108
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| And he was up on my back gate
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| And I knew he had something bad
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| Underneath that hood
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| So I pushed it up to 110
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| That flathead motor was about to give in
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| I crossed my fingers and prayed to the lord
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| Don’t let me down you fucked up Ford
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| It’s my fucked up Ford!
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| It’s my fucked up Ford!
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| When cherry tops began to spin
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| I knew this race was about to end
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| It’s a cop by god
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| My engine can’t give no more
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| He threw me in jail, warrant ignored
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| My car blew up as the oil poured
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| I guess it’s just that bitch got bored
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| I had to race my fucked up Ford
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| It’s my fucked up Ford! |
| Whoooo!
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| It’s my fucked up Ford! |