Because my papa said, son, you're going to drive me to drinking if you don't quit driving that hot rod Lincoln!Thank you for watching!Thank you for watching!Overdrive, it just won't stallWe have four barrel carbs and a dual exhaustAnd four 11 gears, you can really get lostI got safety tips, but honey, I ain't scaredBrakes are good and the tires fairWe pulled out of San Pedro late one nightWhen the moon and the stars were shining brightWe was driving up Grapevine HillPassing cars like they was standing stillAll of a sudden, in the wink of an eyeA Cadillac sedan passes byAnd I said, boys, that's a mark for meBy then, the taillight, it was all you could seeNow the boys all ribbed me for being behindSo I thought I'd make that Lincoln unwindTook my foot off the gas, man aliveI shoved it down into overdriveWell, I wound it up to 110My speedometer said we'd hit top endMy foot was glued like lead to the floorIt's all there is, there ain't no moreNow the boys all thought that I'd lost my senseAnd them telephone poles looked like a picket fenceThey said, race, slow down, I see spotsThe lines on the road just looked like dotsWe took a corner side, swiped the truckAnd I crossed my fingers just for luckMy fence was clicking the guardrail postAnd the guy beside me was white as a ghostThe bump was coming from out of the backWhen I started to gain on that CadillacWell, I knew I could catch him and I thought I could passBut don't you know, by then it would be low on gasThat plane's coming from out of the sideHe felt tense, man, what a rideI said, look out, boys, I got a license to flyAnd that caddy pulled over and let us byWell, all of a sudden she started knockingDown in the dip, she started rockingI looked in the mirror, red light was a-blinkingThe cops was after him, a hard-run LincolnAll right, pull it over, you're under arrestThis is the Highway PatrolGet out of the car with your hands upPut your hands on the carWe need your driver's license, registration, proof of insuranceI-99 for three years' timeI-99 for three years' timeI-99 passports, everything you've got in your pocketKeep your hand on the car, do not move away from the carBusted in Quakertown againThat Route 309's a messMake matters worse, the officer's half my ageAnd half my sizeAnd he said, sonAnd he continuedHe said, son, you have the right to make timeTo write to the President of the AttorneyIn any case of abuse against the Court of LawOr traffic necessity of your travelIn addition to your violation of section C-171Section 17575On the Highway PatrolTo have an acceptance of the VDRIn a position you're inAnd why you're driving a heap like this, sonHe said, could you repeat that, please?He did, word for wordAnd he said, son, you have the right to make timeAnd it was right then and there, friendsRight then and thereI made my second mistake of the nightI turned to the fella and I said, listen, OssiferAnd I knew I was in deep troubleBut, friends, it was right then and thereRight then and thereAnd I came up with an ideaWas gonna get me out of this messI turned to the fella with a snappy saluteI said, sir, I could not help itWhile operating this here vehicleI was asleep at the wheelThat's rightI showed him my CDWith my picture on itWith my new DVDSaid I sleep at the wheelRay BensonI give it to himFigured I'd square the whole dealWell WilburWell he arrested meAnd he put me in jailAnd he called my papaTo throw my bailHe said sonYou're gonna drive me to drunkenIf you don't quit drivingThat hotRideLincolnLincoln