Five-O Ford - Rev. Horton Heat

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 fucked 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!