Car songs.  
I like car songs, and intend to put my favorites on the website, with the words when I can find them. I have plans for GTO, 409, Shlock Rod, Little Deuce Coupe, My Rocket 88, Cobra. Here is my first.

Hot Rod Lincoln. Originally written and recorded by Charlie Ryan in 1955. I am most familiar with the Commander Cody version of about 1975-80 or so. By the way, the car, a 1930 Model A Ford, with a Lincoln V-12 engine still exists and is owned by Charlie Ryan. My source for all of this information is "Old Cars Weekly" magazine, which I subscribe to.

My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin….if you don’t quit driving that Hot Rod Lincoln!"

Well, you've heard the story of the hot rod race, when the Ford and the Mercury were settin the pace. That story's true, I'm here to say, cause I was a drivin that Model A. It’s got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up. That model A body makes it look like a pup. It's got 12 cylinders and uses them all; and an overdrive that just wont stall. Its got a 4 barrel carb and dual exhausts; 4:11 gears that really get lost. Safety tubes and I'm not scared, the brakes are good and the tires are fair.

We left San Pedro late one night; the moon and the stars were shinin bright. We were drivin up Grapevine hill, passin cars like they were standin still. Then all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye, a Cadillac sedan passed us by. The remark was made, "That’s the car for me" but by then the taillights was all you could see.

Well, the fellers ribbed me for bein behind, so I started to make that Lincoln unwind. Took my foot off the gas and, man alive, I shoved it down into overdrive.

Well, I wound up to 110; twisted the speedometer cable right off the end. Had my foot glued right to the floor. I said "That’s all there is- there aint no more."

Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense; the telephone poles looked like a picket fence. They said "Slow down, I see spots." The lines on the road just looked like dots.

Went a round a corner and passed a truck. I crossed my fingers just for luck. The fenders clicking the guard rail post; the guy beside me was white as a ghost. Smoke was rollin outta the back, when I started to gain on that Cadillac. I knew I could catch him and I hoped I could pass, but when I did I'd be short on gas. There were flames comin from out of the side. You could feel the tension, man what a ride.

I said, "look out boys, I've got a license to fly" and the Cadillac pulled over and let me by.

All of a sudden, a rod started knockin, down in the depths she started a rocking. I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin. The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln.

Well, they arrested me and put me in jail. I called my Pop to make my bail. He said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin, if you don’t quit drivin that Hot…..Rod…..Lincoln!" 
Copyright 1955, Charlie Ryan.

"409"  
Beach Boys 1963

She's real fine my 409
She's real fine my 409
Well I saved my pennies and I saved my dimes
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
For I knew there would be a time
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
When I would buy a brand new 409
(409, 409)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
My 409
Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my 409
409 ooooo
(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up oooo
When I take her to the track she really shines
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
She always turns in the fastest times
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
My four speed dual quad posi-traction 409
(409, 409, 409, 409)

Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
(Giddy up giddy up 409)

(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up)

(409 409 409 409)
Giddy up 409
(409 409 409 409)
Giddy up 409
(409 409 409 409)

Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my 409

Irving Music, Inc. BMI   Brian Wilson/Gary Usher

My Rocket 88

I'm not sure who sang or wrote this, but I'm pretty sure Ike Turner was at the very least, in the band that first created and performed it, probably around 1949 when Oldsmobile's 303 CID HP Rocket 88 engine came out. Some say it was the first muscle car. Most credit the Pontiac GTO (1964) with being the first muscle car. There are some that say it was the 1936 Buick Century (322 cid stright eight in the smallest body Buick) And some even say it was the 1957 Rambler Rebel with its 327 (and No, it was not a Chevy engine. AMC all the way)

My Rocket 88
You may have heard of jalopies,
You heard the noise they make,
Let me introduce you to my Rocket '88.
Yes it's great, just won't wait,
Everybody likes my Rocket '88.
Gals will ride in style, Movin' all along

V-8 motor and this modern design,
My convertible top and the gals don't mind
Sportin' with me, ridin' all around town for joy.
Blow your horn, Rocket, blow your horn!

Step in my Rocket and-a don't be late,
We're pullin' out about a half-past-eight.
Goin' on the corner and a-havin' some fun,
Takin' my Rocket on a long, hot run.
Ooh, goin' out,
Oozin' and cruisin' along.

Now that you've ridden in my Rocket '88,
I'll be around every night about eight.
You know it's great, don't be late,
Everybody likes my Rocket '88.
Gals will ride in style,
Movin' all along.

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