Listen kids and you shall hear about Ralph's little "Ford"
With a sunken rear with gone little fenders
and gone little gears and gone little running boards.
He cherishes so dear, It hasn't got lights
Nor brakes nor clutch and license plates
don't matter so much,
but as long as he's riding in the blue,
and speeding as high as 22,
who cares if it stalls and he has to shove it,
it's all his by heck, and he loves it.