Song Of The Automobile

I am coming, I am coming, don’t you hear my thunder roll,

Don’t you feel my mighty power thro’ your body and your soul?

Don’t you dread my awful presence, and my mighty throbbing feel?

I’m a bucking, chucking, dashing, thrashing

                             Automobile.

I’m a wonder, I’m a snorter, I’m a bull out on parade,

I’m a devil and a terror for the people who’re afraid.

I can paralyze the horses, I can make ‘em dance and reel,

I’m a rearing tearing, rumbling, grumbling

                             Automobile.

Clear the track you meek and lowly for I claim the right of way,

There’s no limit to my tenure, or my peed by night or day;

To the woods with everybody, that’s the way I’ve grown to feel,

I’m a lusty, dusty, ramming, jamming

                             Automobile.

July 14, 1904