Young Johnnie Steele has an Oldsmobile, He loves a
dear little girl, She is the queen of his gas ma-
chine, She has his heart in a whirl. Now,
when they go for a spin, you know, She tries to
learn the auto, so He lets her steer while he
gets her ear, And whispers soft and low; Come a-
They love to spark in the dark old park, As they go
flying along, She says she knows why the motor
goes; The sparker's awfully strong. Each
day they spoon to the engine's tune, Their honey-
moon will happen soon, He'll win Lucile with his
Oldsmobile And then he'll fondly croon; Come a-
way with me Lucile In my merry Oldsmo-
bile, Down the road of life we'll fly Automobubbling
you and I. To the church we'll swiftly steal, Then our
wedding bells will peal, You can go as far as you
like with me, In my merry Oldsmobile. Come abile.