Hot Rod Lincoln [Live]

Lyrics

My pappy said, Son You worthless hippie You shameless drug fiend You no-good alcoholic You commie punk You're gonna drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that hotrod Lincoln Tell you a story about a hotrod race Fords and Lincolns settin' the pace Story is true, I'm here to say I was drivin' that Model A Got a Lincoln motor, really souped up Model A body makes it look tough Got eight cylinders, uses them all It's got overdrive, never stalls Four-barrel carb, a dual exhaust 4.11 gears, you could really get lost Safety tubes, I ain't scared The brakes are good, tires fair Well, I pulled outta L.A. late one night The moon and the stars shinin' bright Drivin' up that Grapevine Hill Passin' cars like they was standin' still Car-passin' music All of a sudden in the wink of an eye A Cadillac sedan passed me by Said, Boys, that's a mark for me By then the taillight was all you could see Boys ribbin' me for bein' behind I thought I'd make my Lincoln unwind Took my foot off the gas, and man alive I shoved it on down into overdrive Well, I wound it up to a hundred-and-ten Speedometer said that I hit top end My foot was glued like lead to the floor That's all there is, there ain't no more Everyone thought I lost my sense Telephone poles looked like a picket fence They said, Slow down, I see spots Lines on the road look like dots Took a corner, sideswiped a truck And I crossed my fingers just for luck Fenders was clickin' on the guardrail posts The guy beside me was white as a ghost Bobby lyin'[?] Smoke was comin' from outta the back When I started to gain on that Cadillac Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass You know, by then, I'd be outta gas Flames comin' from outta the side Feel that tension, man, what a ride I said, Look out, I got a license to fly Caddy pulled over and let me by All of a sudden she started to knockin' Down in the dips she started to rockin' I looked in the mirror, a light was blinkin' The cops was after my hotrod Lincoln The police The California Highway Patrol The entire Los Angeles Police Department The entire Fire Department The National Guard Half the Army The Border Patrol They had me down against the wall They had me down on the ground Then they handcuffed, they beat me, and they tortured me Well, they missed The pound of cocaine I had in my glove compartment And they missed The six tons of hash I had in my backseat And don't forget about the ten Illegal Mexican immigrant workers that I was smugglin' into the country No, friends, they missed all that You know, what they thought? They though I was some kinda pervo, weirdo, S.L.A. punk It was very embarrassing And I showed up at my house With black scars all over my body They thought I had been to an S&M party They arrested me and they put me in jail And they called my pappy to throw my bail He said, Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that hotrod Lincoln Here we go Alright Yeah