Hot Rod Race, Navy Style 
Composer(s): Roger Woodward
Performer(s): Woodward Brothers



Well me and my buddy, ol' Swabby Joe
took off in a can from ol' Sassbo
The chow was poor 'n' the fuel was low
but the doggone can could really go

Along about in the middle of the night
we were steamin' along like a tin can might
when a cruiser behind us blinked her lights
blew her whistle and pulled to the right

Well we had twin screws on our old can
which makes you think that we're in a jam
but f'you swabs who don't get this kinda jive
we had six boilers with overdrive

Now we're tin can men, and we likely knew
that we'd race all night, 'less somethin blew
The stern was down from the turn of the screws
as on through the waves we flew and flew

Our exec was pale, he said he was sick
but us tin can men knew he was just a hick
Why should we worry, what the heck
that cruiser 'n' us were still neck-and-neck

Yes on through the ocean we did glide
a'flyin' low with the throttle wide
Our skipper screamed and the crew they cried
but the doggone cruiser was still right beside

Well we looked over the fantail, where sumpin' was a comin'
we thought it was a jet by the way it was a hummin'
It was a'comin' along at a terrible pace
and we knew right then was the end of this race

As it steamed passed us we looked the other way
and the cruiser's crew, they had nothin' to say
For there goin' by was a reserve JG
pushin' a hopped-up LST