T.T.C. Skidaddler

I’m a T.T.C. skidaddler, got a socket for my big red rambler
Got a socket for my big red rambler
I’ve been a street-car driver now about eleven years
And I know the ole Toronto city well
There’s a lot of people who wait around the track
For the signal from my clanging volley bell
I’m a T.T.C. skidaddler, got a socket for my big red rambler
Got a socket for my big red rambler
Put the bowl around my wire now, and open up the switch
It’s about to get ole rambler’s marking through
See, it’s red around the bottom, and she’s yellow 'round the top
And I’d ride her like a driver oughta do
I’m a T.T.C. skidaddler, got a socket for my big red rambler
Got a socket for my big red rambler
I love my little wife at home, I love my couple kids
They often take the trolley to the park
They know their daddy’s drivin' the people here-and-there
But I’ll be back again to pick them up at dark
I’m a T.T.C. skidaddler, got a socket for my big red rambler
Got a socket for my big red rambler