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Trevor Jessie
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but often the work that I do lets my mind have free roam.
So today I was listening to an oldies station and they played "Hot Rod Lincoln" (Rock-a-billy, I guess you'd call it).
Anyway, it is a catchy little song that sticks in your head. So slowly, I started rewriting it in my mind. Finally, I got a few minutes to type it up and thought I'd share it.
If you are not familiar with the song, here is remake of the original:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUA6mnEXo8I
Sung to the tune of "Hot Rod Lincoln" as sung by Commander Cody and the Lost Planet Airmen
My pappy said "Son, you're gonna make yer Momma Cry
If you don't stop driving that Hot Rod Bugeye"
Have you heard the story of the Brit Road Race
When Midgets and Sprites was settin the Pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was driven that Flyin' A
It's got a Lil' Healey motor that's really souped up
and those little bugeyes make it look like a pup
It's got forced induction and uses it all
It's got overdrive, just won't stall
With a big S.U. carb and high flow exhaust
And four twenty-two gears you can really get lost
It's got safety bars, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair.
Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin bright
We was driven up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they were standin still
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Jaguar sedan passed us by
I said, "Pal, that's a mark for me!"
By then the tail lamps was all you could see.
Now my buddy was ribbin me for being behind
So I thought I'd let the Bugeye unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on up into overdrive
Wound it up to a hundred ten
Twisted the speedometer off at the end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more
Now, my buddy thought I'd lost my sense
And the telephone poles looked like a picket fence
He said, "Slow down! I see spots!"
The lines on the road just look like dots
Went around a corner and I passed a truck
crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
Smoke was comin from back of my car
when I started to gain on that Jaguar
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?
Went around a corner with the tires in a slide
Feel the tension, Man! What a ride.
I said, "Look out boy, I've got a license to fly!"
And that big Cat pulled over and let us by
Now all of the sudden a rod started knockin'
And down in the dips she started rockin'
I looked in my mirror; then let out a big sigh
The cops were after my Hot Rod Bugeye!
They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail.
And he said, "Son, you're gonna make yer Momma Cry
If you don't stop driving that Hot Rod Bugeye"
So today I was listening to an oldies station and they played "Hot Rod Lincoln" (Rock-a-billy, I guess you'd call it).
Anyway, it is a catchy little song that sticks in your head. So slowly, I started rewriting it in my mind. Finally, I got a few minutes to type it up and thought I'd share it.
If you are not familiar with the song, here is remake of the original:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUA6mnEXo8I
Sung to the tune of "Hot Rod Lincoln" as sung by Commander Cody and the Lost Planet Airmen
My pappy said "Son, you're gonna make yer Momma Cry
If you don't stop driving that Hot Rod Bugeye"
Have you heard the story of the Brit Road Race
When Midgets and Sprites was settin the Pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was driven that Flyin' A
It's got a Lil' Healey motor that's really souped up
and those little bugeyes make it look like a pup
It's got forced induction and uses it all
It's got overdrive, just won't stall
With a big S.U. carb and high flow exhaust
And four twenty-two gears you can really get lost
It's got safety bars, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair.
Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin bright
We was driven up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they were standin still
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Jaguar sedan passed us by
I said, "Pal, that's a mark for me!"
By then the tail lamps was all you could see.
Now my buddy was ribbin me for being behind
So I thought I'd let the Bugeye unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on up into overdrive
Wound it up to a hundred ten
Twisted the speedometer off at the end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more
Now, my buddy thought I'd lost my sense
And the telephone poles looked like a picket fence
He said, "Slow down! I see spots!"
The lines on the road just look like dots
Went around a corner and I passed a truck
crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
Smoke was comin from back of my car
when I started to gain on that Jaguar
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?
Went around a corner with the tires in a slide
Feel the tension, Man! What a ride.
I said, "Look out boy, I've got a license to fly!"
And that big Cat pulled over and let us by
Now all of the sudden a rod started knockin'
And down in the dips she started rockin'
I looked in my mirror; then let out a big sigh
The cops were after my Hot Rod Bugeye!
They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail.
And he said, "Son, you're gonna make yer Momma Cry
If you don't stop driving that Hot Rod Bugeye"
