The Little Ford Rambled Right Along 1914

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 29 Dec 2003

Now Henry Jones
and a pretty little queen,
took a ride one day
in his big limousine,
the car kicked up
and the engine wouldn't crank,
there wasn't any gas
in the gasoline tank,
About that time along came Nord,
and he rambled right along
in his little old Ford;
and he stole that Queen
as his engine sang a song,
and his little old Ford
just rambled right along.

And his little old Ford
it rambled right along,
and the little old Ford
it rambled right along,
the gas burned out
in the big machine,
but the darned little Ford
don't need gasoline.
The big limousine
had to back down hill
the blamed little Ford
is going up still,
when she blows out a tire
just wrap it up with wire,
and the little Ford
will ramble right along.

The little old Ford
it rambled right along,
and the little old Ford
it rambled right along,
the gas burned out
in the big machine,
but the darned little Ford
don't need gasoline.
The big limousine
had to back down hill
the blamed little Ford
is going up still,
when she blows out a tire
just wrap it up with wire,
and the little Ford
will ramble right along.

Now they ran over glass
and they ran over nails,
and they ran over pigs
and puppy dog's tails;
they spotted a cop
and they shot out of sight,
they rambled all day
and they rambled all night;
they smashed up fences
and telegraph poles.
They bumped into ditches
and deep chuck holes,
they bumped into a preacher
and the preacher took a ride,
and the Ford rambled on
with Johnny and his bride.

And the little old Ford
it rambled right along,
and the little old Ford
it rambled right along,
He swang around the corner
and he bumped into a mule;
and the darned old jackass
kicked like a fool;
he kicked and he kicked
and he kicked the wheels,
but he had to quit kicking
to save his heels,
when it runs out of dope
just fill it up with soap,
and the little Ford
will ramble right along.

The little old Ford
it rambled right along,
and the little old Ford
it rambled right along,
He swang around the corner
and he bumped into a mule;
and the darned old jackass
kicked like a fool;
he kicked and he kicked
and he kicked the wheels,
but he had to quit kicking
to save his heels,
when it runs out of dope
just fill it up with soap,
and the little Ford
will ramble right along.

You can smash the top
and you can smash up the seat,
you can twist it out of shape
'till both ends meet;
smash the body
and rip out a gear;
smash up the front
and smash up the rear;
smash up the fender
and rip off the tires,
smash up the lamps
and cut out the wires,
throw in the clutch
and then forget the juice,
and the little old Ford
go beat the deuce.

And the little old Ford
it rambled right along,
and the little old Ford
it rambled right along,
Now cut that out
you naughty tease,
'tis a left hand driver
and a right hand squeeze
Patch it up with a piece of string
spearmint gum or any old thing,
when the power gets sick
just hit it with a brick,
and the little Ford
will ramble right along.

The little old Ford
it rambled right along,
and the little old Ford
it rambled right along,
Now cut that out
you naughty tease,
'tis a left hand driver
and a right hand squeeze
Patch it up with a piece of string
spearmint gum or any old thing,
when the power gets sick
just hit it with a brick,
and the little Ford
will ramble right along.

The street car company
was making people stand,
there was room for a foot
and a strap for the hand.
The poor suburbanites
were standing in the street.
the language they were using
wasn't very sweet
along came a Ford
with a big white sign
that a nickel took you
out to the end of the line;
it stole those people
as the trolley came along.
and the little Ford
sang a five cent song.

And the little old Ford,
it rambled right along,
and the little old Ford,
it rambled right along,
The street car ran
with an empty house,
for ev'rybody rode
on the little "road louse,"
the street car people
nearly had a fit,
but the blamed little Ford,
it didn't care a bit,
when you want to get some graft,
just load up your funny craft,
and the little Ford
will ramble right along.

The little old Ford,
it rambled right along,
and the little old Ford,
it rambled right along,
The street car ran
with an empty house,
for ev'rybody rode
on the little "road louse,"
the street car people
nearly had a fit,
but the blamed little Ford,
it didn't care a bit,
when you want to get some graft,
just load up your funny craft,
and the little Ford
will ramble right along.

Soft karaoke
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lyric
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The Little Ford Rambled Right Along 1914
Lyrics by C.R.Foster & Byron Gay
Music by Byron Gay
copyright MCMXIV by C.R.Foster, Co.
sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 29 December 2003 at 18.47
in association with Doug Grierson
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Described on the cover of the score as
"Greatest Comedy Sensation"
and a great plug for Henry Ford!
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