Hot Rod Race No.3 (aka Arkie Meets The Judge)
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley; Leon Kelley; Jackie Hayes
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
were home asleep in San Pedro
when the doorbell ring and I run to the door
there stood a cop, and he sure was sore

"You're under arrest, you're goin' to the klink
for wreckless drivin' and raisin' such a stink
So grab your hat and hurry, too
the judge wants to have a little talk with you"

He put me in the wagon and locked the door
I thought I'd never see my wife no more
The cops finally got me but what the heck
me and the Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

We got to the station and he took me inside
the cop he told me it was the end of the ride
We went down the hall and opened the door
and there was the judge in the middle of the floor

He took my driver license and all my money too
and said "six months I'm a-givin' to you"
But I don't care, but what the heck
me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

Now I'm a-sittin' in my cell, all broken-hearted
and the six-months has barely started
But I'm not the only one that's feelin' blue
'cause the guy that drove the Mercury is in here too

The cops is still looking both night and day
for the kid in the hopped-up Model-A
They say they'll catch him but I don't think it's so
'cause that Model-A can fairly go

Now I'll be outta here in some of these days
'n' I'll hunt the kid in the Model-A
And he'll be the one that'll hafta pray
'cause I'm gonna get me a hopped-up Model-A