WELL IF YOU'RE
ONE OF THE MILLIONS
WHO OWN ONE OF THEM
GAS DRINKIN'
PISTON CLANKIN'
AIR POLLUTIN'
SMOKE BELCHIN'
FOUR-WHEEL BUGGIES
FROM DETROIT CITY
THEN PAY ATTENTION
I'M ABOUT TO SING
YOUR SONG SON
WELL NOW
I'M NOT A MAN
TO POINT OR JUDGE
TO BEAR ILL WILL
AND TO HOLD A GRUDGE
BUT I THINK IT'S TIME
I SAID ME
A FEW CHOICE WORDS
ALL ABOUT THAT
DEMON AUTOMOBILE
THE METAL MONSTER
WITH THE
POLYGLASS WHEELS
THE END RESULT OF
THE DREAM OF
HENRY FORD
WELL NOW
I'VE GOT A CAR
THAT'S MINE ALONE
THAT ME AND
THE FINANCE
COMPANY OWN
A READY-MADE PILE OF
MANUFACTURED GRIEF
AND IF I AIN'T OUTTA GAS
IN THE POURIN' RAIN
I'M A-CHANGIN' A FLAT
IN A HURRICANE
I ONCE SPENT
THREE DAYS LOST
ON A CLOVERLEAF
WELL IT AIN'T
JUST THE SMOKE
IN A TRAFFIC JAM
THAT MAKES ME
THE BITTER FOOL I AM
BUT THIS
FOUR-WHEEL BUGGY
IS A-DOLLARIN' ME
TO DEATH
FOR GAS AND OIL
AND FLUIDS AND GREASE
AND WIRES AND TIRES
AND ANTIFREEZE
AND THEM ACCESSORIES
WELL HONEY
THAT'S SOMETHIN' ELSE
WELL YOU CAN GET
STEREO TAPE
AND A COLOR TV
GET A BACKSEAT BAR
AND RECLINING SEATS
AND JUST PAY
ONCE A MONTH
LIKE YOU DO YOUR RENT
WELL I FIGURED IT UP
AND OVER A
PERIOD OF TIME
THIS FOUR-THOUSAND
DOLLAR CAR OF MINE
COST FOURTEEN
THOUSAND DOLLARS
AND NINETY-NINE CENTS
WELL NOW
LORD MR. FORD
I JUST WISH THAT
YOU COULD SEE
WHAT YOUR SIMPLE
HORSELESS CARRIAGE
HAS BECOME
WELL IT SEEMS YOUR
CONTRIBUTION TO MAN
TO SAY THE LEAST
GOT A LITTLE
OUTTA HAND WELL
LORD MR. FORD
WHAT HAVE YA DONE
NOW THE AVERAGE
AMERICAN FATHER
AND MOTHER
OWN ONE WHOLE CAR
AND A HALF ANOTHER
AND I'LL BET THAT
HALF-A-CAR
IS A TRICK TO DRIVE
DON'T YOU
BUT THE THING THAT
AMAZES ME I GUESS
IS THE WAY
WE MEASURE
A MAN'S SUCCESS
BY THE KIND OF
AN AUTOMOBILE
HE CAN AFFORD TO BUY
WELL NOW RED LIGHT
GREEN LIGHT
TRAFFIC COP
RIGHT TURN
NO TURN
MUST TURN
STOP
GET OUT
THE CREDIT CARD HONEY
WE'RE OUTTA GAS
WELL NOW ALL THE CARS
PLACED END TO END
WOULD REACH
TO THE MOON
AND BACK AGAIN
AND THERE'D PROBABLY
BE SOME POOR FOOL
PULL OUT TO PASS 'EM
WELL NOW
HOW I YEARN FOR
THE GOOD OL' DAYS
WITHOUT THAT
CARBON DIOXIDE HAZE
A-HANGIN' OVER
THE ROAR OF
THE INTERSTATE
WELL IF THE LORD
THAT MADE THE MOON
AND THE STARS
WOULDA MEANT FOR ME
AND YOU TO HAVE CARS
HE'D-A SEEN THAT
WE'S ALL BORN
WITH A PARKIN' SPACE
LORD MR. FORD
I JUST WISH THAT
YOU COULD SEE
WHAT YOUR SIMPLE
HORSELESS CARRIAGE
HAS BECOME
WELL IT SEEMS YOUR
CONTRIBUTION TO MAN
TO SAY THE LEAST
GOT A LITTLE
OUTTA HAND WELL
LORD MR. FORD
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
COME AWAY WITH ME
LUCILLE
IN MY SMOKIN'
CHOKIN' AUTOMOBILE