Dear dad, don't get mad, what I'm asking for Is by the next semester, can I get another car? And this one here is sickenin' on a wide dual 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 it 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 keeps 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 If I push up to 50, this here Ford will nosedive Dad, I'm in great danger out here tryin' 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, looks 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 to see if it'd do a little good But ain't no place to put it unless 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