Fast ford freddy was born ready to highball the maritimes
The son of a gun drove a 351 and always pushed that red line
Pedal to the metal he was bustin' ass, white lightnin' in his veins
Headed for maine in the pourin' rain, he never left the passin' lane
Pour me a bolt, score me a jolt was tattooed on his thigh
He said 'bless me Lord and this four
barrell ford not to mention this Canadian rye
I'll be rich if i avoid the ditch and keep my car on the road
She's runnin' hot with all i got ridin' with me on this here load.'
Well now freddy made the coast like some
hoary-eyed ghost, his wallet now pregnant with cash
Cruisin' the seaboard like a runaway
keyboard, freddy was all bangers and mash
Singin' 'c'mon bub let's find a hot club and boogie down until sunrise
Find a sweet honey that'll spend all my money on a maritime goodbye...
I'll find a sweet honey that'll spend
all my money on a maritime goodbye...'
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