The Hooptie King

My Dad gave us a car that was Clean, clean, clean Yeah it was old but it drove Like a Cadillac and had a shine like over pressed slacks We always had wheels to go to and fro Because the Hooptie King kept us out of the cold Our cars weren’t new But four wheels Beat two shoes We had a convertible, a Studebaker with Continental doors Moms drove a little white Ford Falcon 1964 Pops was a roadrunner and I guess He figured we’d be one too So he provided us with love, a house And plenty transportation To do what we had to do