Dear Dad

Hey dad, don't get mad, what I'm asking for

Is by the next semester, can I get another car

This one here is sickening on a wide new road

I might as well be walking as to drive this old Ford

Almost everytime I tried to go and pass a truck

I find going down hill that I'm out of luck

And even if I get by, still a rugged risk

The way this old Ford keep a hittin' and a miss

Last week when I was driving on my way to school

I almost got a ticket 'bout a freeway traffic rule

It's now a violation drivin' under forty-five

And if I push to fifty, this here Ford will nosedive

Dad, I'm in great danger, out here tryin' to drive

The way this Ford wiggles when I'm approaching forty-five

I'll have to nurse it long like a little stuffened pup

The cars racing by me dad, looks like I'm backin' up

It just don't have the appetite for gas somehow

And dad, I got four carburetors hooked up on it now

I tried to hook another, see if it do a little good

But ain't no place to put it, unless I perforate the hood

So dad, send the money, see what I can see

Try to find a Cadillac, a sixty-two or three

Just something that won't worry us to keep it on the road

Sincerely, your beloved son, Henry Jr. Ford