Hot Rod Lincoln

My pappy said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
 If you don't quit drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln
 (This story is true, only the engine hole has been changed)
 (To protect the pisces)
 Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
 When the Fords and the Lincolns were settin' the pace?
 That story's true, I'm here to say
 I was drivin' that Model A
 Got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
 And that Model A body makes it look like a pup
 It's got 12 cylinders and uses 'em all
 Got overdrive that just won't stall
 With 4-barrel carbs and a dual exhaust
 And 4:11 gears, you can really get lost
 Got safety too, but I ain't scared
 Brakes are good and the tires fair
 We pulled out of San Pedro late one night
 When the moon and the stars were shinin' bright
 We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
 Passin' cars like they were standin' still
 All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
 A Cadillac Sedan passed us by
 I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me"
 By then, the taillights was all you could see
 Now, the boys all ribbed me for bein' behind
 So I thought I'd make that Lincoln unwind
 Took my foot off the gas and, man alive
 I shoved it down into overdrive
 I wound it up to 110
 My speedometer said that I'd hit top end
 My foot was glued like lead to the floor
 That's all there is - there ain't no more
 Now the boys all thought that I'd lost my sense
 And them telephone poles looked like a picket fence
 They said, "Ray, slow down, I see spots"
 The lines on the road just looked like dots
 We took a corner, side swiped a truck
 And I crossed my fingers just for luck
 And my fender was clickin' the guard rail post
 And the guy beside me was white as a ghost
 Smoke was comin' from outta the back
 When I started to gain on that Cadillac
 Well, I knew I could catch him and I thought I could pass
 But don't ya know by then, we'd be low on gas
 I had flames comin' from out of the side
 You could feel the tension man, what a ride
 I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
 That Caddy pulled over and let us by
 (Hold on, everybody)
 Well, all of a sudden she started a-knockin'
 Down in the depths she started a-rockin'
 I looked in the mirror, red light was blinkin'
 The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln
 (Alright, pull it over, man, and put your hands on the car)
 (Well, Wilbur...) they arrested me and put me in jail
 Then they called my pappy to throw my bail
 He said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
 If you don't quit drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln
 (Alright, hold on to your hats, it's your last chance to dance, we're gonna boogie back the Texas)