The Mechanic
He reaches for a ticket
And even though he didn't pick it
Its under the grease rack
To fix that car that came back
This is his calling
To fix that car thats stalling
Or fixing that car that won't go
Whats next he'll never know
Fixing that belt that squeals
Well it ain't no big deal
With the quick turn of a wrench
The part is on the bench
The boss gives a shout
You don't know what about
He says you have the wrong part
And not to start
You tell him its too late
Now they have to wait

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