Model T Ford (B. Spagnardi) Kicking stones with my dusty shoes Marched eighteen miles with the poor man blues Got me a bottle and a rusty dime Thumbing into town just to make up time Someday soon I don't know when Never gonna walk this road again When I land some money, oh my Lord Gonna buy me a Model T Ford Dark Tin Lizzy of vanadium steel Four balloon tires and a steering wheel Electric lamps in the two headlights To drive the country roads ‘neath the pale moonlight Pull on the throttle to give it gas Honk that horn made of shiny brass Crank up the engine and let ‘er roar Gonna buy me a Model T Ford Ninety-three minutes on assembly line $300 and the Flivver is mine Pick any color so long as it's black Don't need a rearview mirror cuz I'll never look back Say goodbye to the horse and buggy This machine's gonna set me free Ain't coming back to this town no more Gonna buy me a Model T Ford Rumbling down the city streets Waving to the folks from a leather seat Walking fools better jump and pray Cuz this here roadster's got the right of way All the pretty girls wanna ride with me There's plenty of room thanks to old Henry Fit all my friends on the running board Gonna buy me a Model T Ford When I land some money, oh my Lord Gonna buy me a Model T Ford