A song version of the great march from 1910.
Words by Jack Drislane.
Music by Henry Frantzen.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- 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
Refrain
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 sing
For none have a chance
When he gets a glance
The Motor King
Chorus
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’rywhere is Motor King
He is a sport from his head to toes
Turn of the wheel and away he goes
On him you can always bank
As soon as he turns the crank
- 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
Sung here by Vancha March: