My Little Austin Seven
Composer(s): Norman Long
Performer(s): Clarkson Rose



Nearly everybody's got a motor car today
Whatever make it is, it's the best of all, they say
Well you can keep your 'Austin Cowley' and your 'Essex Six'
Believe me, they're not in it with my little bag of tricks

It's an Austin Seven, a little baby Austin
The cutest little car upon the road
I can drive it anywhere, you ought to see it camber
Upstairs, downstairs, in my lady's chamber

It matters not at all you think it's awful small
Believe me boy, it's in
If you want to give the wife a ride without all her relations
You'll never beat an Austin Seven

The house I live in hasn't got a garage and what's more
I don't intend to build one 'cause it's a waste of time, I'm sure
'Cause we've got a little cubby-hole behind the kitchen door
That'll hold my little Austin Seven

The other day I went out driving in a shower of rain
That's a thing, believe me, I shall never do again
I skidded in a gutter and got washed down a drain
In my little Austin Seven.

One day I met an omnibus that stretched from side to side
Across the road and held up all the traffic far and wide
So I just drove underneath it and came out the other side
In my little Austin Seven

One day a motor cyclist drove up and stared at me,
"Thank God!" he said, "I've found you, alright now...", said he
And in the place of where his little sidecar used to be
He went and fastened my little Austin Seven

When driving in the park, a nurse rushed upon me saying
She said, 'Now don't you move, I'm surprised at you, I am"
She thought I was the baby she'd left sitting in the pram
In my little Austin Seven

If I ever want to park it and the police ask what I'm at
I never have to worry about a little thing like that
I just bung it in the cloakroom with my overcoat and hat
My little Austin Seven

It's an Austin Seven, a little baby Austin
The cutest little car upon the road.
You can drive it anywhere, you ought to see it camber
Upstairs, downstairs, in my lady's chamber

I've got a Ma-in-Law and you know how they jaw
And she's fourteen stone eleven
But she has to keep her knees up and it stops her chin from wagging
In the back seat of my little Austin Seven