Lyrics:

Dear Dad, Dont Get Mad
what Im Asking For
is By The Next Semester
can I Get Another Car
this One Here Is Sickning
on A Wide Dual Road
i Might As Well Be Walking
as To Drive This Old Ford

almost Everyntime I Try
to Go And Pass A Truck
if I Aint Goin Down Hill
dad, Im, Out Of Luck
and Even If I Get By
its Still A Rugged Risk
the Way This Old Ford
keep A Hitting And Miss

last Week When I Was Driving
on My Way To School
i Almost Got A Ticket
bout A Freeway Traffic Rule
its Now A Violation
driving Under Forty-Five
and If I Push To Fifty
this Here Ford Will Nosedive

dad, Im In Great Danger
out Here Trying To Drive
this Ford Wiggles
when Im Approaching Forty-Five
i Have To Nurse It Along
like A Little Suffering Pup
and Cars Whizzing By Me
dad, Look Like Im Backing Up

she Just Dont Have The Appetite
for Gas Somehow
and Dad, I Got Both Carburetors
hooked Up On It Now
i Tried To Hook Another
to See If Id Do A Little Good
but Aint No Place To Put It
less I Perforate The Hood

so Dad, Send The Money
see What I Can See
try To Find A Cadillac
sixty-Two Or Three
just Something That Wont Worry Us
to Keep It On The Road
sincerely, Your Loving Son
henry Junior Ford