Greatest comedy song sensation, 1914 Words by C. R. Foster and Byron Gay Music by Byron Gay
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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
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And the little old Ford it rambled right along,
And the little old Ford it rambled right along,
He swung 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
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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.
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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 everybody 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