Subject: Lyr Add: LORD, MR. FORD (Dick Feller)^^
From:
Stewie
Date: 28 Jan 00 - 09:24 PM
LORD MR FORD
(Dick Feller) As recorded by Dick Feller on "Centaur of Attention"
Now I'm not a man to point or judge
To bear ill-will or to hold a grudge
But I think it's time I said a few choice words
About that demon the automobile
The metal monster with the polyglass wheels
The end result of a dream of Henry Ford's
Sure I've got a car that's mine alone
That me and the finance company own
It's a ready-made pile of manufactured grief
If I'm not out of gas in the pouring rain
I'm changin' a flat in a hurricane
And I once spent a weekend lost on a cloverleaf
Well, it's not just the smoke or the traffic jam
That makes me the bitter fool I am
But that four-wheel buggy's a-dollarin' me to death
For gas, oil, fluids and grease
And wires and tires and anti-freeze
And then them accessories, well, son, that's somethin' else
You can get stereo tape and color TV
Back seat bar and reclining seats
On top of those easy monthly payments
I figure that over a period of time
This twenty-thousand dollar car of mine
Cost ninety-seven thousand dollars and forty-eight cents
Well, Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see (sung)
What your simple horseless carriage has become (sung)
Well it seems your contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of hand
Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done?
Now, the average American father and mother
Own one whole car and half of another
And I bet that half a car's a trick to drive
But the thing that amazes me, I guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile that he can buy
Well, it's red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the credit card it's time for gas
All the cars of the world placed end to end
Would reach to the moon and back again
And there'd probably be some fool pull out to pass
Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see (sung)
What your simple horseless carriage has become (sung)
Oh how I yearn for the good old days
without that carbon monoxide haze
A-hangin' over that roar on the interstates
Well, if the one that made the moon and stars
Would have meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was born with a parkin' space
And lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see (sung)
What your simple horseless carriage has become (sung)
This world was once a garden spot
But now it's just one big parkin' lot
Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done?
Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done?
Come away with me, Lucille (sung)
In my smokin', chokin', autymobile (sung)
Copyright Vector Music Inc BMI This was prompted by the talking blues thread, but I was thinking of posting it anyhow.
Cheers, Stewie.
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