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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!

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INTRO Hey Bill, how's your new car running? Oh runnin' swell, Ernie. Well, let me ask you, how much do you get out of it? Oh, about 60 miles to each set of fenders. You know, something I'd like to know. How do you find out the horsepower of a car? That's very simple. Simple? Yes, just lift the hood and count the plugs... Have you seen her, Ain't she great? She's something you'll appreciate, I'm sure you understand just what I mean, Ev'ry body, Every where, is falling for her now, I'm talking bout the new Ford and boy it's sure a wow! When you see her, You'll agree, She's just the one for you and me, She's everything that any one could ask, "Sittin' pretty yes I am, With her I'm always found You "oughtta" see her Chassis, it's sure the best around. Talk of this and talk of that, Boys you must take off your hat, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! Has she plenty, has she much? Got the "tin" you love to touch, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! They used to park her in a lot, For that they charged two bits, But now they charge you nothing, And you park her at the Ritz. She once had rattles in her wheel, But now she's full of "sex appeal" Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! She's like all the other vamps, Pretty shape and lovely lamps, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! Since she's taken on some weight, Honest, folks, she's looking great, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! Her dashboard has a clock, That's a hit with all the Scotch, A Scotchman saw the clock, And promptly stopped his watch. You've all heard the Frenchman song, Fifty million cant be wrong, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! Just a girl who knows her stuff, Plenty fast but never rough, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! Always tidy, always clean, Faithful as an old Marine, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! She's not the kind who tries to get Your money all at once, She only wants ten dollars down, The rest in fourteen months, Good for sister, nice for ma, Ev'rybody rides but Pa, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! Ev'ry groom and blushing bride, Now enjoy their buggy ride, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! No one curses, no one swears, Lizzie never needs repairs, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! She used to kick and jump around, On ev'ry trolley track, But now she's very ladylike, And never answers back. She will surely catch your eye, You know salesmen never lie, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! No more chug chug chug chug-bang! No more cuss words, no more slang, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! Not the noisy flapper kind, Simply quiet and refined, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! They used to say "We own a car, It looks like one I mean" But now they say, "I'll have you know, We own a Ford machine" No more playing Jack and Jill, No more tumbling down the hill, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! When she's coming down the street, All the boys say "Ain't she sweet"? Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! Every man will go for her, She's the kind that men prefer, Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie! Why even Thomas Edison, The wizard that he is, Could not resist her charms, And was the first to take out "Liz" He said "She's Okay to me, All she needs is company" Henry's made a lady out of Lizzie!

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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!

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But we know very well that Hiram too was sitting in the rear Of the old backseat of the headboard They didn't mind the rumper of the old backboard The winds were blowing and their hands grew cold Hiram stared at me a little bit bold He placed his arm round and round her waist And then the chopper loudly roared So the moat is getting more and more brighten up the corner [...] backseat of the headboard Down the road, down the road He was going seven miles an hour He said, I have come to my home Hiram said, I can't forget the lean I used this flower Here it comes, here it comes And skips the lever just another crack Throw it in the load Then you'll see a ghost there's half a barrel of cider in the tank From the old backseat of the headboard They didn't mind the rumper of the old backboard The winds were blowing but what care they They were as hefty as the birds in May He said, now do, kiss your Hiram too Then the mate loudly roared Come on, get busy kiddo, you know I am a widow Of the old backseat of the headboard Driving back to the things with lags The old beheap had hard to steer the car I said, dear, you let me Run the thing a while and I will show you I'm a star Grab the wheel like an eel In the lake he ran the old machine The car began to die but they came begging lies To Hiram found he had a submarine Of the old backseat of the headboard Soon he had her going down the old home run [...] pause, now I heard her say One horse living and the other them dead She said, no Hiram, there's nothing wrong What can it be she loudly roared I said, get off the cushion There seems to be some good news Of the old backseat of the headboard

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The change came with the funny-looking old Model T. There's nothing like a Model T. Guess in one and you'll agree. There's not a car that can touch her for comfort and style. Go for a ride and you'll say it beats walking a mile. Clink, clank, if she won't crank, give her a bang. There's nothing like a Model T for the average family. It has a quacking that makes such a beautiful sound. Give it a honk, hear the echo for miles all around, here comes a hill oh what a thrill open up open up give her gas pull aside pull aside let her pass. God's shall save the life That's the new 25 Miles an hour In your future wave and see You will find a bottle key And by the way if you haven't A quiet one yet Go out and put in your order They're easy to get They're swell And they all sell practically green. There's nothing like a Model T. There's nothing like a model T for the average family. And by the way, if you haven't your client one yet, go out and put in your order. They're easy to get, they're swell, and they all sell. There's something like a model team Let the trolley car clang Clang, clang, goes the trolley Let's a steamer toot, toot Toot, toot, toot, toot, toot Let him go, let him bang One is more, let him hang But for me Oh God I'll take that lovely child For a kiss For a kiss...

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One evening as I walked out in the moonlight, An old Model T come rattling along. Under the wheel was a bow-legged cowboy, To his sweetheart he was singing this song. Will you love me when my carburetor's busted? Will you love me when my headlights fail to shine? When the boats and the birds are falling, And the old junkyard's a-calling, Then sweetheart will you let me call you mine? Yes, I'll love you when your carburetor's busted, I'll love you when your headlights fail to shine, When it's getting rather dark and you haven't got much bark, Sweetheart, I will give you part of mine. Will you love me when my differential's ruined, And my universal joints all start to whine? When there's no gas in my tank and I'm getting hard to crank, Sweetheart will you let me call you mine? Yes, I'll love you when your differential's ruined, I'll love you when your motor falls apart, When your radiator leaks And your frame is full of squeaks, I will love you then with all my heart Will you love me when my spark plug's all stopped firing, And I can't even make it up as small as Hill. My tires are getting old, And my brakes they fail to hold, Then sweetheart will you let me say I will? I'll love you when your spark plugs all stop firing, and you can't make it up the grade no more, I'll help you every day, and start you on your way, Yes, I'll even kick you out the door. Will you love me when my paint job starts to peelin'? And my steering wheel's as loose as it can be I get up and goes, got up and went, And I ain't worth a cent Darling, will you be in love with me? Yes, I'll love you when your paint job starts to peeling, And you're nothing but a rusty pile of tin, If you're motor, it should stall I'll still love you most of all, I'll go out and help and tow your chassis in. So I guess that we will be old wrecks together, We will sit and watch the new models roll by, If our motors will still run, we'll still have a lot of fun, And I'll wear your license plates until I die.