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Now, me, and my wife, and my brother Joe
Took off in my Ford for San Pedro
We hadn't much gas, and the tires were low
But the doggone Ford could really go

Now, along about the middle of the night
We were rippin' along like nice folks might
When a Mercury behind me blinked his lights
He honked his horn and he flew outta sight

We had twin pipes, a Columbia butt
You people may think that I'm in a rut
But to you folks who don't dig this jive
That's two carburetors and an overdrive

We made grease spots outta many good towns
Lеft the cops heads spinnin' 'round and 'round
They wouldn't chasе, they'd run and hide
But me and that Mercury stayed side-by-side

Now, we were Ford men and we likely knew
That we'd race until somethin' blew
My foot-feet was down like it was stuck with glue
Through many a town we flew and flew

I looked down at my lovely bride
Her face was blue, I thought she'd died
We left streaks through towns about forty feet wide
But me and that Mercury stayed side-by-side