I feel like a song...
Now the boys all thought that I’d lost my sense
Those telephone poles were like a picket fence
They said “Slow down, I see spots!”
The lines on the road just looked like dots
Took a corner, side swiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clicking the guard rail post
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
All of the sudden she started knocking
Down in the dips she started rocking
I looked in the mirror. Red lights were blinking
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln
The arrested me and they put me in jail
Called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said “Son, you’re going to drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop driving that Hot Rod Lincoln”