Now for a few holiday songs with MG spirit. Yes, you heard right. To submit a song or other related material, email me!


“Santa and my rusty MGB”

Submitted by Robert Browning

 

Dashing through the snow
In my rusty MGB
Down the road I go
Sliding past a tree
I need new piston rings
I need some new snow tires
My car is held together
By a piece of chicken wire

Oh, rust and smoke
The heater’s broke
The door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash
And then I start to pray…
The frame is bent
The muffler went
The shifter just broke free
Oh, what fun it is to drive
My rusty MGB

I went to IGA
To get some Christmas cheer
I just patched up my left front tire
And it’s gettin’ hard to steer
Speeding down the highway
Right past the county cops
I have to drag my swampers
Just to get the car to stop

Oh, rust and smoke
The heater’s broke
The door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash
And then I start to pray…
The frame is bent
The muffler went
The shifter just broke free
Oh, what fun it is to drive
My rusty MGB

Bouncing through the snow drifts
In a big, blue cloud of smoke
People laugh as I drive by
I wonder what’s the joke
I have to get to Wal-Mart
To pick up my layaway
‘Cause Santa’s comin’ soon
In his big, old, rusty sleigh

Oh, rust and smoke
The heater’s broke
The door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash
And then I start to pray…
The frame is bent
The muffler went
The shifter just broke free
Oh, what fun it is to drive
My rusty MGB


MG Magnette Song to the tune of Mel Torme’s “Christmas Song”

Submitted by Allen Bachelder

 

Fuses toasting on a shorted wire
Coolant dripping from a hose
Air escaping from a bias-ply tyre
and raindrops dripping on your toes, everybody
knows the battery and the dynamo
help to keep your headlamps bright
Magnettes gathering speed safety slow
will make it hard to pass tonight.

We know the Shortens are on their way
with lots of floors and sills in their ZA
And every mother’s child is going to spy
to see if flywheels really know how to fly.

And so we’re offering this simple praise
for Zs from fifty-three to fifty eight.
Driving Magnettes make for happy holidays
and Magnetteers are really great.


Sung to the tune “Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire” by Mel Torme

By Glenn Hedrich

 

SU’s flooded with stuck needle valves
Rear Main leaking like a Sieve
Tires as bald as a newborn’s behind
And brake pads so worn, metal glows
Everybody knows
That swivel pins need lots of grease
Helps to keep the steering tight
Tiny zerks with their steel all aglow
Allow the molly grease in all right
I know that Moss will save the day
By bringing lots of parts and goodies I would say
And every police man is gonna spy
To see if MG drivers drink too much rye
And so I’m offering this good advice
To owners and mechanics too
Although car’s been dead many times, many ways
You can fix it, yes you


Sing to the tune “O Christmas Tree”

Glenn Hedrich

 

Oh MGA, oh MGA
Thy lines are so appealing

Oh MGA, oh MGA
Your speedo so revealing

Not only fun when summer’s here
But also when ’tis cold and drear

Oh MGA oh MGA
Much money spent on repair

Oh MGA oh MGA
Some times you bring such despair

Cause fine thread bolts come out so slow
And MG parts cost lots of dough

Oh MGA, Oh MGA
Why wont you start this evening

Oh MGA Oh MGA
Fast cranking is deceiving

Compression must be really bad
The owner is now boiling mad

Oh MGA oh MGA
You cause me so much trouble

Oh MGA oh MGA
You’re just a heap of rubble

It might just be the points and plugs
Or maybe the damn SU jugs

Oh MGA oh MGA
You run on Lucas wiring

Oh MGA oh MGA
That’s why no plugs are firing

High tech ignition is the cure
And that’s the truth I know for sure

Oh MGA oh MGA
Was young when I learned phonics

Oh MGA oh MGA
That’s why I say PerTronix

A nice hot spark will start your “A”
The starter pull it will obey

Oh MGA oh MGA
I’ll never ever sell you


 

To submit a song or other related material, email me!