Five-O Ford

Let me tell you the tale of a hot rod race,

That happened out in a secluded place

Where no one lives

'cept cows and a few raccoons

I was drivin' around in my shoebox car,

My baby and me underneath the stars,

My engine was knockin

But i knew it'd clear real soon.

I was cruisin' along 'bout 95,

I looked in my mirror and man alive

Some guy was gaining on me

As his engine roared.

So i gave that holly carb some gas,

My baby cried out don't let him pass,

I guess it's just that bitch got bored,

I had to race my fucked up ford.

I made the turn at 108,

And he was up on my back gate,

And I knew he had something bad,

Underneath that hood.

So I pushed it up to 110,

That flathead motor was about to give in,

I crossed my fingers and prayed to the lord,

Don't let me down you f***ed up ford.

It's my fucked up ford!

It's my fucked up ford!

When cherry tops began to spin,

I knew this race was about to end,

It's a cop by god

My engine can't give no more.

He threw me in jail, warrant ignored

My car blew up as the oil poured,

I guess it's just that bitch got bored,

I had to race my fucked up ford.

It's my fucked up ford! whoooo!

It's my fucked up ford!