WE ARE THE MEN OF TEXACO
Lyrics and music by Buddy Arnold and Heywood "Woody" Kling
Male quartet with the Allen Roth Orchestra
Oh, we're the men of Texaco;
We work from Maine to Mexico.
There's nothing like this Texaco of ours!
Our show tonight is powerful;
We'll wow you with an hour full
Of howls from this shower full of stars.
We're the merry Texaco men!
Tonight we may be showmen -
Tomorrow, we'll be servicing your cars!
I wipe the pipe,
I pump the gas,
I rub the hub,
I scrub the glass.
I touch the clutch,
I mop the top,
I poke the choke,
I sell the pop.
I clear the gear,
I bop the knock,
I jack the back,
I set the clock.
So join the ranks of those who know,
And fill your tanks with Texaco.
Sky Chief! Fill up with Sky Chief,
And you will smile at the pile of new miles you will add.
Fire Chief! Fill up with Fire Chief!
You'll find that Texaco's the finest friend
Your car has ever had.
The curtain is descending,
And we thank you for attending,
But before we reach the ending, may we add:
Remember to be loyal
To our gasoline and oil;
When they save you time and toil, you'll be glad.
Now the clock is striking nine-off,
But just before we sign off,
The best friend your car has ever had!
(Contributed by Lou Rugani - The Music of the Stars (WLIP) - September 2012)