A song version of the great march from 1910. Words by Jack Drislane. Music by Henry Frantzen.
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Accompaniment
Lyrics
Refrain
He’s the Motor King
He’s the real, real, thing
King of speed, greatest ever seen
Fond of distance and gasoline
Let’s give him three cheers
And his praises sing
For none have a chance
When he gets a glance
The Motor King
Chorus
For he’s the King, to him belongs the crown
He’s the man who has gained great renown
He’s the swiftest thing that’s come to town
Let him have his fling
I’ll have a gallon of gasoline
No matter if on land or in the air
There’s no limit to him, he don’t care
All you’re hearing now most ev’rywhere is Motor King
He is a sport from his head to toes
Turn of the wheel and away he goes
On him you can always bank
As soon as he turns the crank