Wow! Wow!
Oh, there never never ever was a car!
(And there's the British champion, the Paragon Panther)
There never ever was...
(And behind her, the Vulgarian Vulture.)
Never was a car...
(Into the final straight, it's the Panther scattering all before her...)
A car like this great car
(She's there, she's there She's coming, she's coming And again, the Paragon Panther wins!)
Oh, there never was a car
There never was a car
Like this great car
No, there never was a car
There never was a star
Like this great car
No car ever went so far
In winning every great Grand Prix
That great eight-litre motor race car
Is making history
(And way behind her, the Vulgarian Vulture.)
That great eight-litre motor race car
Is making history
Twelve cylinders race away
The Paragon Panther is the best
The miles simply disappear
And year after winning year
The Paragon Panther is best
Oh, there never was a car
There never was a car
Like this great car
Oh, there never was a car
There never was a car
Like this great car
No car ever went so far
In winning every great Grand Prix
That great eight-litre motor race car
Is making history
That great eight-litre motor race car
Is making history
(And welcome to the great British Grand Prix of 1910. And this year, it's a warm welcome to beautiful Brookland on this English summer's day. So, let's welcome our honored guests from overseas, Baron Bomburst, the Baroness Bomburst and entourage, all the way from Vulgaria.)
For the Vulture of Vulgaria
Ist our great machine
It is faster than all motor cars
The world has ever seen
To glorify Vulgaria?
For if we should lose the race today?
(Let battle commence!)
For the Vulture of Vulgaria
Ist our great machine
There never was a car like this great car
It is faster than all motor cars
The world has ever seen
That great eight-litre motor race car
Is making history
(And it's Britain... And it's Vulgaria... Oh, they're neck and neck And the Panther's coming up on the inside Oh my goodness, she's lost a tire This will need a pit stop, and a quick one That has to be the fastest pit stop of all time! And now the Panther's off again But she's way behind Now she's passing the French car Au revoir, froggies And she's overtaking the Spaniards And now approaching the Russians Leaving them in Siberia Only one car left now The Vulgarian Vulture And the Panther's gaining She's gaining, she's gaining Oh dear, she's lagging She's gaining again Go, go, go! Come on, cheer, cheer for England!)
There never was a car
Never was a car
Never was a star
Like this great car!
(Oh my god, what's this? She should be braking She's out of control! Something's gone horribly wrong She's out of control! She's out of control! She's heading for the stands! Ladies and gentlemen, run like hell!)