mustang fanatic
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of that blue five-windowed ford
She is trampling out the mean streets where the muscle cars are stored
She hath graced a thousand covers and I tell you she's still bored
Her truth is rumbling on
Fordy, Fordy, Hallelujah!
Fordy Fordy Hallelujah!
Fordy Fordy Hallelujah!
Her truth is rumbling on
I have seen her on the posters of a hundred racing champs
We have builded her an altar with torches and big C clamps
I lay mine eyes upon her and my pants always get damp
Her truth is rumbling on
Fordy, Fordy, Hallelujah!
Fordy Fordy Hallelujah!
Fordy Fordy Hallelujah!
Her truth is rumbling on
I heard that fiery gospel writ in shiny Detroit steel
That V8 powered demon from the President's new deal
Just one look at her funny and those big tires will squeal
Her truth still rumbles on
Fordy, Fordy, Hallelujah!
Fordy Fordy Hallelujah!
Fordy Fordy Hallelujah!
Her truth still rumbles on
She dodged evry last curtain call that asked her to retreat
She's eating all the ricers now and still craves for new meat
She gets passed by a ten year old who still thinks she is sweet
Her truth shall rumble on
Fordy, Fordy, Hallelujah,
Fordy, Fordy, Halelujah,
Fordy, Fordy, Hallelujah
Her truth shall rumble on
From the beauty of the thirties come the great Ford Model B
The archetypal hot rod for all people, you and me
She has smoked unwitting idiots from sea to shining sea
Her truth shall rumble on
Fordy, Fordy, Hallelujah,
Fordy, Fordy, Halelujah,
Fordy, Fordy, Hallelujah
Her truth shall rumble on
-The battle hymn of the hot rodder, by High-Test