A 1950 popular song.
Words by John A. McGee and Chester W. Cleveland
Music by John A. McGee
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. There’s gasolines and gasolines
Their trademarks dot the highway
Glowing signs that boast what pow’r they pack
But if you really want the thrill
Of zooming over plain and hill
Look for the shield of orange and of black
Chorus
Fill up with Phillips
Fill up to the brim
Fill up and hit the highway
Really fly away, zing! zing! zing! zing!
Fill up with Phillips
Fill up to the brim
For speed and pow’r each carefree hour
Say, Fill up! Fill up!
Fill up with Phillips Sixty Six
2. There’s plenty to be thankful for
In this old land of ours
A heap of wond’rous things from sea to sea
The magic of the morning sky
The gleam of mountains rising high
Old nature shower’d her best on you and me
3. There’s companies, I’ve heard it said
Are older quite a bit
Than this great company we call our own
But if you’d hunt the world around
You’d never find another quite like Phillips
Say! She’s in a class alone
4. There’s presidents, I’ve heard it said
Are older quite a little
Than the president that some call “Boots”
But if you’re askin’ us to say
What president is tops, O. K.!
We’ll tell you, ev’ry one, that he just suits
Chorus
Here’s health, “Boots” Adams
Here’s health from us all
Here’s health and happy years
You’ll love to live and recall
Here’s health, “Boots” Adams
Here’s health from us all
No words convey what hearts would say
So, Hats off! Hats off!
Hats off to “Boots” and Sixty Six
Sung here by Fred Feild: