Four-O-One

I used to own my own car, you know But the police, they towed it away

And I couldn't pay for the parking tickets That's why I'm out here today

Well, they tell you not to talk to strangers They tell you don't let them into your car

But all I want is a ride through Alberta Hey mister, are you going that far

I put out my thumb to the 401 Hey mister, won't you give me a ride

I've got ambition and lots of conversation And the road is long and wide

And the road is long and wide

I used to work at the Chrysler plant When the gas was easy and cheap

But we've been outfoxed by the Japanese Well, they say you only sew what you reap

And then I bought a house on a five-year plan When the rates were at six percent