Hot Rod Race

Arkie Shibley - Hot Rod Race (None)

Now me and my wife

And my brother joe

Took off in my ford

From san pedro

We hadn't much gas

The tires were low

But the doggone ford

Could really go

Now

Along about the middle

Of the night

We were rippin' along

Like white folks might

When a mercury behind

He blinked his lights

And he honked his horn

And he flew outside

We had twin pipes

And a columbia butt

You people may think

That I'm in a rut

But to you folks

Who don't dig the jive

That's two carburetors

And an overdrive

We made grease spots

Outta many good town

And left the cops heads

Spinnin' round and round

They wouldn't chase

They'd run and hide

But me and that mercury

Stayed side by side

Now we were ford men

And we likely knew

That we would race

Until somethin' blew

And we

Thought it over

Now

Wouldn't you

I looked down

At my lovely bride

Her face was blue

I thought she'd died

We left streaks through towns

About forty feet wide

But me and that mercury

Stayed side by side

My brother was pale

He said he was sick

He said he was just

A nervous wreck

But why should I worry

For what the heck

Me and that mercury

Was still

Neck and neck

Now on through the deserts

We did glide

A flyin' low

And a flyin' wide

Me an' that mercury

Was a takin' a ride

And we stayed exactly

Side by side

I looked in my mirror

And I saw somethin' comin'

I thought it was a plane

By the way it was a runnin'

It was a hummin' along

At a terrible pace

And I knew right then

It was the end of the race

When it flew by us

I turned the other way

The guy in the mercury

Had nothin' to say

For it was a kid

In a hopped up model a