My pappy said "Son your gonna drive me to drinkin'
  If you don't stop driving that hot rod Lincoln"
    Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
  Where the Fords and the Lincolns were setting the pace?
  Well that story is true cause I'm here to say
  I was driving that model A.
    It's got Lincoln motor and its really souped up
  And that model A body makes it look like a pup
  It's got eight cylinders, uses them all
  It's got overdrive, just won't stall
    It's got a four barrel carb, and dual exhaust
  With four, eleven gears you can really get lost.
  It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
  Breaks are good, tires fair
    Pulling out of San Pedro late one night
  With the moon and the stars just shining bright
  We was headed up grapevine Hill
  Passing cars like they was standing still
    All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
  A Cadillac sedan passed us by
  I said "Boys this ones marked for me"
  But by then the tail lights was all you could see
    Now the fellas rid me for being behind
  So I thought I'd let that Lincoln unwind
  Took my foot of the gas and man alive
  I shoved it on down into over drive
    Wound it up to 110
  My speedometer said I hit top end
  My foot was glued like lead to the floor
  And that's all there is, and there ain't no more
    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
    We had smoke coming from out of the back
  When I started to gain on that Cadillac
  I knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
  But don't you know by then we'd be low on gas
    I had flames coming from out of the side
  Feel the tension, man what a ride
  I said "Look out boys, I've got a license to fly"
  And that Caddy pulled over and let us by
    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 - Damn
    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"