TUNESMITH TUESDAY - "The Beep Beep Song"

When I was in the Navy, I bought my very first car. It was a 1959, dirty brown Rambler station wagon. The color was so horrible that I naturally named it, "The Golden Dragon." My friend, Tom Sims, who worked in the Machine Shop, made this great brass plaque that said "The Golden Dragon - exclusively owned by Skip Tucker" for the dashboard.  So, in honor of that old beast, today's Tunesmith Tuesday is a song recorded a year BEFORE The Dragon was built, in 1958, by the Playmates.

The Beep Beep Song

While riding in my Cadillac, 

what, to my surprise,

A little Nash Rambler was following me, 

about one-third my size.

The guy must have wanted it to pass me up

As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!

I'll show him that a Cadillac 

is not a car to scorn.

Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)

Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)

His horn went, beep, beep, beep. 

(Beep! Beep!).

I pushed my foot down to the floor 

to give the guy the shake,

But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind; 

he still had on his brake.

He must have thought his car had more guts

As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!

I'll show him that a Cadillac 

is not a car to scorn.

Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)

Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)

His horn went, beep, beep, beep. 

(Beep! Beep!).

My car went into passing gear 

and we took off with dust.

And soon we were doin' ninety, 

must have left him in the dust.

When I peeked in the mirror of my car,

I couldn't believe my eyes.

The little Nash Rambler was right behind, 

you'd think that guy could fly.

Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)

Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)

His horn went, beep, beep, beep. 

(Beep! Beep!).

Now we're doing a hundred and ten, 

it certainly was a race.

For a Rambler to pass a Caddy 

would be a big disgrace.

For the guy who wanted to pass me,

He kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!

I'll show him that a Cadillac 

is not a car to scorn.

Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)

Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)

His horn went, beep, beep, beep. 

(Beep! Beep!).

Now we're doing a hundred and twenty, 

as fast as I could go.

The Rambler pulled alongside of me 

as if I were going slow.

The fellow rolled down his window 

and yelled for me to hear,

"Hey, buddy, how can I get this car 

out of second gear?"