~ Big Block~
Roaring, roaring down the strip,
hit the gas and let 'er rip.
For nigh unto thirty years,
we hooked up in all four gears.
Full serve gas was just a quarter,
and the lines were lots shorter.
Chevy's first was a three forty-eight,
waitin' for Ford to take the bait.
Ford started with a three thirty-two,
wasn't long before it grew.
Then Chevy went to a three ninety-six,
rev 'er up, just for kicks.
Awesome hemis powered the Dodges,
as they thundered out from their garages.
A four twenty-six was not enough,
but a four forty had the right stuff.
Dearborn built a four twenty-seven,
Ford fans thought it was heaven.
The four twenty-eight came a bit late,
and Chevy started to annihilate.
But Ford's FE just couldn't compete,
'cause catchin' Chevys is quite a feat.
From Lima came a brand new mill,
makin' Ford the King of the Hill.
Boss four twenty-nine sounded fine,
belchin' fire as it left the line.
The sixties came, and the sixties went,
we thought those cars were heaven sent.
Along came OPEC and Mr. Nader,
to put them all in the Auto Trader.
A Dodge Charger for a song,
no, there ain't nuthin' wrong.
Buy a litty bitty car,
that comes from afar.
But there's one last grasp,
for these monsters of the past.
Let's put 'em in a truck,
gas is just a buck.
by: Larry Thill
Song playing ~ Low Rider ~ by: War |
