Hopped Up Mustang 
Composer(s): Bill Romberger; Arlen Sanders
Performer(s): Arlen Sanders



Let me tell ya about my new steed
built for comfort, just my speed
Ford Mustang, modified to set the pace
Man, I could hardly wait to get out'n'race

It's got a 289 motor, with a special Cobra kit
there ain't nothin' on the road that can even touch it
It's got eight carburetors and it uses them all
with a four-speed stick that just won't stall

With that transistor iginition and power-pipe exhaust
this is the machine that'll really get lost
Everthing built to make it perform
it may not be hot but it sure is warm

We took delivery at the factory late one night
it was purrin' like a kitten and movin' just right
We pulled up on the freeway like it was goin' down hill
and started passin' the sleds like they was standin' still

Then all of a sudden, before I could bat an eye
a Cadillac sedan passed me by
Somebody said, like, "that's the wheels for me"
but by then the tail lights was all I could see

Well, these cats ribbed me for bein' behind
so I started to make that Mustang unwind
Pushed the foot-feed clear to the floor
said "that's all there is, there ain't no more"

Smoke was rollin' outta the back
when I started to gain on that Cadillac
I was sure I could catch him 'n' I hoped I could pass
but by then I knew I'd be short on gas

We went around a curve and passed a truck
I pulled out my rabitt's foot, just for luck
The fenders just missed the guardrail post
the guy in the back was white as a ghost

I glanced over at the chick on the other side
her face was blue 'n' I thought she'd died
But I wasn't worried, 'cause what the heck
by now me 'n' that Caddy was neck-and-neck

I guess they'd thought I'd lost my sense
the telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said "slow down, I see spots
the lines on the road just look like dots"

Went around a corner with the tires on the side
you could feel the tension, man, what a ride
I said "hold on, I got a license to fly"
and that Cadillac faded back and let me by

Then I looked in the mirror 'n' saw somethin' comin'
and I thought it was a plane by the way it was hummin'
I'd been caught by a helicopter 'n' the CHP
that was it, man, the end of me

Well, they busted me and threw me in the can
so there was nothin' I could do but call the old man
He said "wail in jail, 'cause I won't bail"
Dang me, he told me not to hop up that Mustang!