The Lucas Song
(Sung to the tune of: The Battle Hymn of the Republic)
Let me tell you all the story
of a patron of the Arts;
His name was Joseph Lucas
and he made electric parts;
He put them into Morrises,
MGs and Golfing carts;
But his parts don't work no more.
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Glory, Glory, Prince of Darkness
Glory, Glory, Prince of Darkness
Glory, Glory, Prince of Darkness
His parts don't work no more
For those of you who think we're
speaking sacreligiously;
Remember that that we're victims
of the Lucas Company;
The title "Prince of Darkness"
come from spotty quality;
'Cause his parts don't work no more.
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Now, Joseph was an expert
in the voltage and the amps;
His first job in the business
was extinguishing street lamps;
They called him "Prince of Darkness"
back when he wore knee pants;
And his parts don't work no more.
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Master Lucas was intent upon
expanding his career;
He would build refirgerators
for his country dear;
Now that's the very reason
why the English drink warm beer;
'Cause his parts don't work no more
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When Joseph lay a-dying
very near the end of life;
His family gathered 'round him
and were seeking his advice;
The only words the man could say
were "Don't drive at night"
'Cause his parts don't work no more
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So as you go a-driving
in your early MGA;
Remember that the Ghost of Lucas
rides with you each day;
You'd better have a flashlight
and a battery or two;
'Cause his parts don't work no more.
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