Now me and my wife, and brother Joe
Took off in a Ford from San Pedro.
Didn't have much gas, and the tires were low
But the doggone Ford could really go.
Along about the middle of the night
We's rippin' along like poor folks might
When a Mercury behind, he blinked his light
He honked his horn and he blew out of sight.

We had twin pipes and a Columbia butt
You people may think that I'm in a rut.
But to you folks that don't dig the jive
That's two carburetors and an overdrive.
We made grease-spots out of many a town
And left the cops spinnin' round and round.
They wouldn't chase, they'd run and hide
But me and that Mercury stayed side by side.

I looked at my bride, her face was blue
I was stuck to the throttle just like it was glue.
We left streaks through towns about forty feet wide
But me and that Mercury stayed side by side.
My brother was pale, he said he was sick
He said he was just a nervous wreck.
But why should I worry, for what the heck
Me and that Mercury was neck-and-neck.

Now all through the desert we did glide
A-flyin' low and a-flyin' wide
For me and that Mercury was takin' a ride
We stayed exactly side by side.
I looked in my mirror and saw somethin' comin'
I thought it was a plane, the way it was a-hummin'
A-runnin' along at a terrible pace --
I knew right then it was the end of the race.
When it flew by us, I turned the other way
The guy in the Mercury had a-nothin' to say.
And I could see it was a streak of grey
It was a kid in a hopped-up Model A.

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