Lord Mr Ford - Matchbox

作曲：Fellar

Well if you're one of the millions who own one

Of them gas drinking piston clinking air polluting smoke belching

Four wheeled buggies from detroit city then pay attention I'm

About to sing your song son

Well I'm not a man appointed judge

To bear ill will and hold a grudge

But I think it's time I said me a few

Choice words

All about that demon automobile

A metal box with the polyglass wheel

The end result to a dream of henry ford

Lord Mr ford I just wish that you could see

What your simple horseless carriage has become

Well it seems your contribution to man

To say the least got a little out of hand

Well lord Mr ford what have you done

I'm a wine bale chane

Well it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam

That makes me the bitter fool I am

But this four wheel buggy is

A dollaring me to death

For gas and oils and fluids and grease

And wires and tires and anti freeze

And them accessories

Well honey that's something else

Well you can get a stereo tape and a color

Tv

Back seat bar and reclining seats

And just pay once a month like you do your

Rent

Well I figured it up and over a period of

Time

This four thousand dollar car of mine

Costs fourteen thousand dollars

And ninety nine cents well now

Lord Mr ford I just wish that you could see

What your simple horseless carriage has become

Well it seems your contribution to man

To say the least got a little out of hand

Well lord Mr ford what have you done

Now the wine bane chane

Well I've got a car that's mine alone

That me and the finance company own

A ready made pile of manufactured grief

And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring

Rain

I'm a changin' a flat in a hurricane

I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf

How I yearn for the good old days

Without that carbon monoxide haze

A hanging over the roar of the interstate

If the lord that made the moon and stars

Would have meant for me and you to have cars

He'd have seen that we was all born

With a parking space

Well lord Mr ford I just wish that you could see

What your simple horseless carriage has become

It seems your contribution to man

To say the least got a little out of hand

Well lord Mr ford what have you done

I'm wine bane chane

It must be jocking all of me