Hot Rod Race No.5 (aka The Kid In The Model-A)
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



I'm just the kid from the hot rod race
the one that the cops wouldn't even chase
I didn't think they'd get so hot
I's just drivin' along in my hopped-up pot

When I saw two cars on the road ahead
a-racin' like mad, to myself I said
"I'll have some fun an' pass 'em by far
they think they're so hot in their brand new cars"

I let her out a little bit more
I pushed the foot clean to the floor
"I'll show those guys who's in top place
I'll really give 'em a hot rod race

I bent a little further over the wheel
and felt the floorboard beneath my heel
I heard the sudden roar of my old exhaust pipe
I knew right then the race they'd fight

I rolled up behind 'em an' give 'em a blast
to let 'em know I's about to pass
but they didn't budge, and their wild, mad ride
they stayed ahead an' was side-by-side

So I took to the ditch to get by the flight
I scattered sand to the left and sand to the right
It didn't even slow their speed
my Model-A has what I need

Now I passed up the guys in that race
I've got us back to a normal pace
I got her by without a spill
whoa, boy, it was quite a thrill

If ya ever get mad at a hot rod kid
remember the things that once't you did
when you were young, carefree and gay
and had a hopped-up Model-A