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YouTube - Hot Rod Lincoln
"Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rocket made in Great Britain!"
Have you heard this story of the Hot Motorcycle Race
When Rockets and Busa's was settin' the pace
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was drivin' a Rocket 3 that day
It's got a British motor and it's really souped up
That Rocket's body makes it look tough
It's got three cylinders, uses them all
It's got huge torque, just won't stall
With a 3 throttle bodies and and triple exhaust
With 5 gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair
Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
I was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Hayabusa passed me by
I said, "man, that's a mark for me"
By then the tail light was all you could see
Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Rocket unwind
Took my foot off the brake and man alive
I shoved it on down into a high whine
Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I was approaching top end
My hands was glued like lead to the bars
That's all there is and there ain't no more
Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down! we see cops!
The lines on the road just look like dots"
Took a corner, just missed a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My floorboards was clickin' the guardrail posts
My reflection in the mirrors was white as a ghost
Smoke was comin' from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Hayabusa rat
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then I'd be low on gas
I had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension, man, what a ride!
I said, "Look out, man, I've got a license to fly"
And that 'Busa pulled over and let me by
Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
And down in the dips she started to rockin'
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rocket made in Great Britain
They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rocket made in Great Britain!"
Kindest Regards,
-Will
YouTube - Hot Rod Lincoln
"Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rocket made in Great Britain!"
Have you heard this story of the Hot Motorcycle Race
When Rockets and Busa's was settin' the pace
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was drivin' a Rocket 3 that day
It's got a British motor and it's really souped up
That Rocket's body makes it look tough
It's got three cylinders, uses them all
It's got huge torque, just won't stall
With a 3 throttle bodies and and triple exhaust
With 5 gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair
Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
I was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Hayabusa passed me by
I said, "man, that's a mark for me"
By then the tail light was all you could see
Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Rocket unwind
Took my foot off the brake and man alive
I shoved it on down into a high whine
Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I was approaching top end
My hands was glued like lead to the bars
That's all there is and there ain't no more
Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down! we see cops!
The lines on the road just look like dots"
Took a corner, just missed a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My floorboards was clickin' the guardrail posts
My reflection in the mirrors was white as a ghost
Smoke was comin' from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Hayabusa rat
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then I'd be low on gas
I had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension, man, what a ride!
I said, "Look out, man, I've got a license to fly"
And that 'Busa pulled over and let me by
Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
And down in the dips she started to rockin'
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rocket made in Great Britain
They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rocket made in Great Britain!"
Kindest Regards,
-Will
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