Lyrics:

Dear Dad, Don't Get Mad
what I'm Asking For
is By The Next Semester
can I Get Another Car
this One Here Is Sick'ning
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 Ain't Goin' Down Hill
dad, Im, Out Of Luck
and Even If I Get By
it's 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
it's Now A Violation
driving Under Forty-Five
and If I Push To Fifty
this Here Ford Will Nosedive

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

she Just Don't 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 I'd Do A Little Good
but Ain't 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 Won't Worry Us
to Keep It On The Road
sincerely, Your Loving Son
henry Junior Ford