♪ Heya Dad, don't get mad, what I'm asking for Is by the next semester can I get another car? This one here is sickening on a white new road I might as well be walking as to drive this old Ford Almost every time I try to go and pass a truck If I ain't going downhill, Dad, I'm out of luck And even if I get by, it's still a rugged risk The way this old Ford keep a-hittin' and a-miss ♪ Last week when I was driving on my way to school I almost got a ticket by the freeway traffic rule It's now a violation driving under 45 And if I push to 50, this chef old nose dies Dad, I'm in grave danger out here trying to drive The way this Ford wiggle when I'm approaching 45 I have to nurse it long like a little stubborn pup And cars whizzing by me, Dad, look like I'm backing up ♪ You just don't have the appetite for gas somehow And Dad, I got four carburetors hooked up on it now I tried to hook another, see if it'd do a little good But ain't no place to put it lest I perforate the hood Well, Dad, send the money, see what I can see Try to find a Cadillac or a 62 or a 3 Just something that won't worry us to keep it on the road Sincerely, your beloved son, Henry Jr. Ford