Hot Rod Harry
Composer(s): Martin Christian
Performer(s): Johnny Bond



Everybody make way for Hot Rod Harry
of brains and cash I ain't got narry
Gotta cravin' love for blazin' speed
a whizzin' Lizzie, that's all I need

Now who needs dough, that's what I say
want somethin' bad enough, there's a will'n'a way
Da big dump heap just south of town
a lotta ol' cars just layin' around

Snuck out late one Wednesday night
so dark even ghosts were all outta sight
found four old wheels and a frame t'boot
won't look like much, but who gives a hoot

Got a motor block from an old dump truck
just my speed and just my luck
took it all home plus a dozen tires
got my hammer 'n' nails 'n' some bailin' wire

Heard tell about a man of another day
built a wonderful, wonderful one horse shay
I'll do me the same, just give me the tools
my mama didn't raise no idiots or fools

Lotta hard work 'n' she's ready to roll
I took to that thing like a weevil to a boll
A friend of mine towed it t'the top of a hill
a lotta smooth road 'n' it's all downhill

I released the brake 'n' was under way
sailing was smooth if I do so say
At fifty per, got ta sizin' her up
if I left sumpin' out, I'm a suck-eyed pup

Sixty MPH, just look at them tires
balanced so smooth 'n' the clutch's on fire
our instrument's workin', cool as the snow
this baby's a peach, beats walkin' you know

I put her together like Edsels and Fords
got me some old-timed running boards
Eighty, then ninety, sailing along
got fair piece from home, ain't nothin' goin' wrong

Hit a hundert'n'ten at the foot of the grade
as the builder of hot rods I've got it made
a foot on the brake, I slowed her way down
swung to a stop and turned 'er around

Pulled up in the station and up to the pump
hollered to the man, "Hey, man, fill 'er up"
He grabbed the hose, started t'lookin' around
scratchin' his head and snortin' around

"I give up," the station man said
"where's the gas cap?" (my face turned red)
I knowed there was something, as my mind went blank
I forgot to install a gasoline tank