I learned this ca 1947; in 1959 it was adapted to fit another milieu:

'Twas a cold winter's evening the night before Sebring
McClellan was closing his shop,
When he said to a loafer spread out on the sofa
"Get Out! This is no place to stop!"
Well he wept a big tear, he was missing fourth gear
And he still had to put back the head
When a gentleman cleanly leaped from a Volpini
And these were the words that he said:
    Oh,
His dealer never told hem
The words one must take to heart.
About the ways of racing cars
And how they come apart....
Now age hae emptied his wallet
And racing has left its sad scar
So remember our sports car traditions, boys
And let him sleep under the car.