Long may the Reverend's sermons enlighten and inspire. I had to race my -blam!-ed up Ford! [spoiler] Let me tell you the tale of a hot rod race, That happened out in a secluded place Where no one lives 'Cept cows and a few raccoons. I was drivin' around in my shoe-box car, My baby and me underneath the stars, My engine was knockin' But I knew it'd clear real soon. I was cruisin' along 'bout ninety-five, I looked in my mirror and man alive Some guy was gaining on me As his engine roared. So I gave that holly carb' some gas. My baby cried out don't let him pass. I guess it's just that bitch got bored, I had to race my -blam!-ed up Ford. I made the turn at one-o'-eight, And he was up on my back gate, And I knew he had something bad Underneath that hood. So I pushed it up to a hundred and ten, That flathead motor was about to give in. I crossed my fingers and prayed to the lord, Don't let me down you -blam!-ed up Ford. It's my -blam!-ed up Ford! It's my -blam!-ed up Ford! When cherry tops began to spin, I knew this race was about to end. It's a cop by God My engine can't give no more. He threw me in jail, warrant ignored. My car blew up as the oil poured. I guess it's just that bitch got bored, I had to race my -blam!-ed up Ford. It's my -blam!-ed up Ford! Yaaagh! It's my -blam!-ed up Ford![/spoiler]