From one come many. The multiple personalities of Freddy J form the band Freddy J. Time with his computer, guitar, keyboard, and harmonica are his regular gigs.
A G HOT ROD FORD
I had the fastest rod in Modesto
That little deuce coupe could really go
Chopped with a rake and a low rear ratio
I was the local hot rod hero
Tack it up, tack it up --- pop the clutch
Hot rod Ford is just too much
Headed Downtown to cruise the strip
Radio blasting, I’m feeling hip
Pulled into Mel’s for a double dip
Toad comes up flipping his lip
Tack it up, tack it up --- pop the clutch
Hot rod Ford is just too much
What’s shakin’ man -- lay it on me
There’s a cowboy in town with a hot buggy
A 327 black Chevy
Said he’s gonna bury you down deeply
Tack it up, tack it up --- pop the clutch
Hot rod Ford is just too much
Man the challenges sure get old
He caught up with me and he really crowed
I said meet me out on Paradise Road
But I want the flagman to be the Toad
Tack it up, tack it up --- pop the clutch
Hot rod Ford is just too much
Two shorts sittin’ side by side
Beat him off the line man what a ride
He was gaining on me but blew a tire left side
Hit a ditch and rolled after his slide
Tack it up, tack it up --- pop the clutch
Hot rod Ford is just too much
Bob was OK and I won the race
But I wasn’t happy, he was crowding my space
Before he crashed and got the big erase
He was gaining on me, he was settin’ the pace
Tack it up, tack it up --- pop the clutch
Hot rod Ford is just too much
