CAR AND CART
YOU'VE bought a car, Phil? Well, it's fine
To skim the smooth asphalt,
With not a hindrance in your path
And not a single halt.
The car seems like a winged bird,
Your joy is unrepressed,
Unless, Phil, you are riding with
The girl you love the best.
To skim the smooth asphalt,
With not a hindrance in your path
And not a single halt.
The car seems like a winged bird,
Your joy is unrepressed,
Unless, Phil, you are riding with
The girl you love the best.
Then staid old Dobbin and a cart
Seem suited to the case,
For then she needs no auto veil
To hide her darling face;
Nor do you have to honk a horn
That sounds so sore distressed;
And you can drive with just one hand,
And—ah, you know the rest!
Seem suited to the case,
For then she needs no auto veil
To hide her darling face;
Nor do you have to honk a horn
That sounds so sore distressed;
And you can drive with just one hand,
And—ah, you know the rest!
Old Dobbin will jog-trot along,
His gait both safe and sane,
And it really doesn't matter much
If you should drop your rein.
But in the car you've got to steer,
Force brakes to do their part,
And so you haven't time to tell
The thing that's in your heart.
His gait both safe and sane,
And it really doesn't matter much
If you should drop your rein.
But in the car you've got to steer,
Force brakes to do their part,
And so you haven't time to tell
The thing that's in your heart.
A car is splendid with a friend,
No matter how it "woggles,"
But you can't "look love" at a girl
When both are wearing goggles.
Nor can you hold her little hand
Swathed in a dog-skin glove.
Oh, an auto isn't in it, Phil,
When you are making love!
No matter how it "woggles,"
But you can't "look love" at a girl
When both are wearing goggles.
Nor can you hold her little hand
Swathed in a dog-skin glove.
Oh, an auto isn't in it, Phil,
When you are making love!