I got a nineteen sixty-six cherry red Mustang Ford.
It‘s got a three hundred and eighty five horsepower over load
You know it‘s way too fast to be crawlin‘ on these interstate roads.
I broke her in at the airport on a runway at the J.F.K.
I just touched the gas pedal and like to ran off into Jamaica Bay
I had to spin the wheels backwards or the momentum would have carried me away
It‘s getting‘ to be a big problem trying to figure the best possible route
I tried to stop in Indianapolis once, and had to back up from Terre Haute
But now I can slow and stop her with my windbreaker parachute