Big Block

Roaring, roaring down the strip,

Hit the gas, and let her rip.

For nigh unto thirty years,

We hooked it up in all four gears.

Full serve gas was just a quarter,

And those lines were so much shorter.

Chevy’s first was the Three Forty-Eight,

Waitin’ for Ford to take the bait.

Ford came up with a Three Thirty-Two,

Wasn’t long before it grew.

Then Chevy made a Three Ninety-Six,

Dual Four Barrels just for kicks.

Awesome Hemis powered the Dodges,

As they thundered forth from their garages.

A Three Ninety-Two wasn’t enough,

But a Four Twenty-Six had the right stuff.

 

Dearborn built the Four Twenty-Seven,

To seven grand they were revin’

The Four Twenty-Eight came a bit late,

The MOPARs to annihilate.

Catchin’ Chevys is quite a feat,

F E fords could not compete.

From Lima came a brand new mill,

Makin’ Ford King of the Hill.

Called the Boss Four Twenty-Nine,

Belchin’ flame as it left the line.

The Sixties came and the Sixties went,

Those Big Block cars were heaven sent.

Then along came OPEC and Mr. Nader.

To put them all in the Auto Trader.

Get a Dodge Charger for a song,

Nah, there ain’t nuthin’ wrong.

Buy yourself an itty-bitty car,

Gallon of gas takes it far.

                           LDT 1998