Track Title: The Motor Car
Prime Artist: Cole Porter (C. Albert P.)
Written by: Cole Porter (C. Albert P.)
Off we go to take a ride, take a ride, take a ride,
All the fam'ly jam inside,
Mercy, what a clatter!
Something breaks and out gets Pa, out gets Pa, out gets Pa.
Now he crawls beneath the car.
What can be the matter?
Oh! What was that awful crack, awful crack, awful crack?
Hit the trolley in the back,
Trolley's system's twisted.
What makes Father look so queer, look so queer, look so queer?
His nose is hiding behind his ear,
His whole expression's shifted.
Oh, the lovely motor car,
What a wreck it's made of Pa!
Over twenty doctor chaps
Worked on him in his collapse.
Mother wears a sickly grin
Where her face is dented in.
What do we care as long as we are
Having a ride in the motor car?
Contributed by Carlene Bogle