Dear Dad

Dear Dad, don't get mad What I'm asking for Is by the next semester Can I get another car ? This one here is sickning On a wide dual road I might as well be walking As to drive this old Ford Almost everytime I try To go and pass a truck If I am not going down hill Dad, I'm, out of luck And even if I get by It's still a rugged risk The way this old Ford Keep a hitting and a miss Last week when I was driving On my way to school I almost got a ticket About a freeway traffic rule It's now a violation Driving under forty-five And if I push to fifty This here Ford will nosedive Dad, I'm in great danger Out here trying to drive The way this Ford wiggles When I'm approaching forty-five I have to nurse it along Like a little stubborn pup And cars whizzing by me Dad, look 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 I'd do a little good But isn't no place to put it Uness I perforate the hood Well Dad, send the money See what I can see Try to find a Cadillac A Sixty-two or three Just something that won't worry us To keep it on the road Sincerely, your beloved son Henry Junior Ford