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Dear Dad, don't get mad,What I'm asking forIs by the next semesterCan I get another car?This one here is sick'ningOn a wide dual road.I might as well be walkingAs to drive this old Ford.Almost everyntime I tryTo 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 FordKeep a hitting and miss.Last week when I was drivingOn my way to school,I almost got a ticket'Bout a freeway traffic rule.It's now a violationDriving under forty-five,And if I push to fifty,This here Ford will nosedive.SongtexteDad, I'm in great dangerOut here trying to drive.This Ford wigglesWhen I'm approaching forty-five,I have to nurse it alongLike a little suffering pup,And cars whizzing by me,Dad, look like I'm backing up.She just don't have the appetiteFor gas somehow,And Dad, I got both carburetorsHooked up on it now.I tried to hook anotherTo 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 usTo keep it on the road.Sincerely, your loving son,Henry Junior Ford. Aus Songtexte Mania