Model T Music & Lyrics

 

Music Index

The Little Ford Rambled Right Along (2:18) [Top]

Billy Murray (Released 1915, on Phonograph #2556)

 

 

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.
Just about that time, along came Nord
and he rambled right along in his little old Ford.
He stole that queen as his engine sang a song
and his little old Ford just rambled right along.

His little old Ford rambled right along
and the little old Ford rambled right along.
The gas ran out in the big machine
but the darn little Ford don't need gasoline.
The big limousine had to back down hill
but the blamed little Ford is going up still.
When it runs outta dope just fill it up with soap
and the little Ford will ramble right along.

Now they ran over glass and they ran over nails,
they ran over pigs and puppy dogs' tails.
They spotted a cop and shot outta sight,
they rambled all day [till almost night] [and they rambled all night].
They smashed up fences and telegraph poles,
ran into ditches and deep chuck holes.
They bumped into a preacher and the preacher took a ride
then the Ford rambled on with Johnny and his bride.

The little old Ford rambled right along
and the little old Ford rambled right along.
He swung around a corner and he ran into a mule
and the darned old [donkey] [jackass] kicked like a fool
he [brayed and he balked and he kicked]the wheels
but he had to quit kicking to save his heels.
When she blows out a tire, just wrap it up with wire
and the little Ford will ramble right along.

You can smash the top and smash up the seat,
twist it out of shape 'til both ends meet,
smash the body and rip out a gear,
smash up the front and smash up the rear,
bend up the fender and rip off the tires
break up the lamps and cut out the wires,
throw in the clutch to the dickens with the juice
and the little old Ford will go to beat the deuce!

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 drive and a right hand squeeze!
Patch it up with a piece of string,
[chewing] [Spearmint] gum or any old thing.
When the power get sick just hit it with a brick
and the little Ford will ramble right along!

The Ballad Of Henry Ford (3:08) [Top]

Thomas Maguire (Released 2010, on iTunes)

 

Eighteen fourty-seven, when skies were dark and grey
Two men left Ballinascarthy, bound for the USA
Their names were John and William Ford, a father and his son
They went to live near Michigan, in a place called Dearborn.

William met a girl and married, they had a baby boy
His parents called him Henry, he was their pride and joy
At sixteen years he went to work, got an engineers degree
The man who put the world on wheels, when he built the Model T.

Chorus
Now we celebrate one hundred years, of Henry and his car
There's a Ford in every country, no matter where you are
Mustang and the Maverick, Fairlane and Galaxy
All owe their name to Henry Ford, who built the Model T.

The Model T rolled off the line, across the states and back
Any colour you could ask, as long as it was black
Henry Ford did not forget his roots, or from where his Daddy came
He built the giant plant in Cork, in honour of his name.

Now if you're in Cork City, and you have some time to spare
Drive out to Ballinascarthy, see the statue there
A replica in stainless steel, for everyone to see
A monument to Henry Ford, who built the Model T.

Chorus
Now we celebrate one hundred years, of Henry and his car
There's a Ford in every country, no matter where you are
Prefect and the Anglia, Cortina and Capri,
All owe their name to Henry Ford, who built the Model T.
 

Repeat Chorus
Now we celebrate one hundred years, of Henry and his car
There's a Ford in every country, no matter where you are
Focus and Mondeo, with mobile and CD
All owe their name to Henry Ford, who built the Model T.
They all owe their name to Henry Ford, who built the Model T!

 

The stainless steel Model T in Ballinascarthy, Cork, Ireland.

To commemorate the construction of a Ford Factory in the area

- Henry Ford's own dedication to his father.
Co-ordinates:

51?40'14.00"N 8?51'25.93"W (Ballinascarthy on Route N71)

 

Henry's Made a Lady Out of Lizzie (2:46) [Top]

Irving Kaufman (Released 1927)

 

 

(SPOKEN) JONES: Oh, Ernest, who's that comin' down the street?
(SPOKEN) HARE: Oh, look her over, ain't she sweet.
(SPOKEN) JONES: That's not Lizzie, is it? How she's changed.
(SPOKEN) HARE: Yes, she's a lady now. She's outgrown her rattle.
(SPOKEN) JONES: Not a rattle in the carload. I suppose she has more
tin now than she ever had.
(SPOKEN) HARE: Yes, you never see her in alleyways any more. She
now sports the boulevard.
(SPOKEN) JONES: Introduce me, will you.
(SPOKEN) HARE: Why certainly. Sir Walter Raleigh, meet Queen
Elizabeth.
(SPOKEN) JONES: Carburated, I'm sure, carburated.
(SPOKEN) HARE: Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah.

JONES: Have you seen her, ain't she great?
She's something you'll appreciate
HARE: Say, I don't understand just who you mean
JONES: You don't? Why, ev'rybody, ev'rywhere
Is falling for her now
HARE: Say, do you mean the new Ford?
JONES: I do, and it's a wow! Lay off people, lay off folks
Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie
HARE: And no more bruises, no more aches
She now has got those four-wheel brakes
Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie
JONES: She's even got a rumble seat
And lots of silent class
HARE: The horn just seems to holler out
"Toot-toot, they shall not pass"
JONES: The Lincoln car is made of tin
HARE: They're sisters underneath the skin
BOTH: Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie

(SPOKEN) JONES: She's a great old girl, Ernest.
(SPOKEN) HARE: You bet she was, Bill.

JONES: Now, when you see her, you'll agree
She's just the thing for you and me,
HARE: I'd bet she's got most anything you'd ask
JONES: Yes, sittin' pretty, yes I am With her I'm always found
HARE: Say, how about her chassis
JONES: It's sure the best around. Now she's even learned to stop
For ev'ry single traffic cop Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie
HARE: Not a rattle, not a bit. Lizzie now has lots of "it"
Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie
JONES: There's ev'rything inside her now
Except the kitchen sink
HARE:
A mirror and a powder puff A shower bath, I think
JONES: I'll bet my socks that this Miss Ford
HARE: Will live as long as Fanny Ward
BOTH: Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie

BOTH:
C-O-D and F-O-V, all you need is doh-re-mi,
Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie Since he lifted up her face
She's travelled at an awful pace Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie
HARE: She's not like Calvin Coolidge
She's a girl who likes her fun

JONES:
She says, "Imagine anyone who doesn't choose to run"
BOTH: Good for sister, nice for Ma Ev'rybody rides but Pa
Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie

 

There's Nothing Like A Model T (3:05) [Top]

Phil Silvers in High Button Shoes (Released 1928)

 

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Poor Lizzie (3:17) [Top]

Happiness Boys (Released 1928)

 

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In the Back Seat of the Old Henry Ford (3:16) [Top]

Maurice Dillon (Released 1916)