Lord, Mr. Ford

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Now, I'm not a man to point or judge To bury a will or hold a grudge But I think it's time I said a few choice words About that demon – the automobile The metal monster with the polyglass wheels End result of a dream of Henry Ford's Sure, I've got a car that's mine alone That me and the finance company own A ready-made pile of manufactured grief If I'm not out of gas in the pouring rain I'm changing a flat in a hurricane And I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf Well, it's not just the smoke of the traffic jam That makes me the bitter fool I am But that four-wheeled buggy's a dollar in me to death Pour gas and oil, fluids, grease And wires, and tires, and antifreeze And then them accessories, well, that's something else You can get stereo tape and color TV Backseat barn and reclining seats On top of those "easy" monthly payments I figure that over a period of time This $4000 car of mine cost $17,000.50 [Chorus] Well Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see What your simple horseless carriage has become But it seems your contribution to man To say the least, got out of hand Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done? [Verse 2] Now, the average American father and mother Own one whole car and half of another And I'll bet that half a car is a bitch to drive But the thing that amazes me, I guess Is the way we measure a man's success By the kind of automobile that he can buy Well it's red light, green light, traffic cop Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop Get out the credit card, it's time for gas! All the cars of the world placed end-to-end Would reach to the moon and back again And there'd probably be some fool who'd pull out to pass [Chorus] Well Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see What your simple horseless carriage has become [Verse 3] Oh, how I yearn for the good old days Without that carbon monoxide haze Hanging over that roar on the interstates Well, if the Lord that made the moon and stars Ought to meant for me and you to have cars He'd have seen that we were born with a parking space [Chorus] Well Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see What your simple horseless carriage has become This world was once a garden spot But now it's one big parking lot Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done? Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done? [Outro] Come away with me, Lucille In my smoking, choking, naughty mobile...