Dear Dad - Single Version

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 sickening on a wide dual road

I might as well be walking as to drive this old Ford

Almost everytime I try to go and pass a truck

If I ain't goin' 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-hitting and a-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 45

And if I push to 50, this here Ford will nosedive

Dad, I'm in great danger out here trying to drive

The way this Ford wiggles when I'm approaching 45

I have to nurse it along like a little stubborn 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 four carburetors hooked up on it now

I tried to hook another, 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, a '62 or '3

Just something that won't worry us to keep it on the road

Sincerely, your beloved son, Henry Junior Ford