The Motor King
Words by Jack Drislane
Music by Henry Frantzen
Published 1910

[verse 1]
They talk of things in the line of kings,
there's a king that beats them all
They don't come too large or small,
for he's there on ev'ry call,
He sets the pace in a motor race
in the air or on the ground,
The people yell and shout
whenever he starts out

[chorus]
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 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 mos ev'ry where is
Motor King.
He is a sport from his head to toes
Turn off the wheel and away he goes
On him you can always bank,
As soon as he turns the crank.
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'ry where is
Motor King.

[verse 2]
The crowds turn out just to cheer and shout,
when he enters in a race,
For they know he sets a pace
that will keep him in first place,
They yell and roar,
'til their throats are sore
as he leads the merry chase
When he puts on the speed,
he always keeps the lead.

[repeat chorus]