Lyrics

Dear 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 dual road I might as well be walking as to drive this old Ford Almost every time I try to go and pass a truck If I ain't going downhill, Dad, I'm, out of luck And even if I get by it's still a rugged risk The way this old Ford keep a hitting 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 driving under forty-five And if I push to fifty this here Ford will nosedive Dad, I'm in great danger out here trying to drive The way this Ford wiggles when I'm approaching forty-five I have to nurse it along like a little stubborn pup And cars whizzing by me, Dad, look like I'm backing up She 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 to see if it'd 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 '62 or '3 Just something that won't worry us to keep it on the road Sincerely, your beloved son, Henry Junior Ford