(Composição: Jim Heath) 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
