The Mechanic Song
The first one I had
Didn't do all that much
Seemed he couldn't even start the engine
You know he didn't have that special kind of touch
With that little Pinto of his
He didn't know how to drive that thing at all
He kept on stalling out
He wasn't all that good
That car of his was way too small
You ladies know what I'm talking about
(Bridge)
I had a friend who came through for me
He said "Honey, I got the remedy
For what's wrong with your engine, I can make it run
Just call me your mechanic, you'll be happy after I'm all done"
"And I don't have no Pinto baby"
"It's a big long machine"
"Big and long and fast enough to make your engine scream"
(Chorus)
Oh he's a good mechanic
He knows how to work on things real good
Oh he's a good mechanic
Fixes it like he should
He's got the best tool in town
Every time I need it taken care of
He never lets me down
Yeah my man's a good good mechanic
He always takes care of things
Has that motor purring every time he comes around
He stands 5 foot eight
Let me tell you ladies
His work is really great
Come rain or shine
He never comes too early
That man always comes on time
Well my friend knows how to work with his hands
He's got good hardware and I call him up every chance I can
Cause my friend_, he knows what to do with that tool day or night
He's my mechanic
From sundown to sunlight
(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)
Oh this is the mechanic song
I wrote it for a friend
Who worked it good all night long
Two days later I called him up to work on it again
He said "Chica, I work good on head lights too
It ain't just the engine honey that will make you feel brand new"
I said "I know cause you've worked on them before"
"You seem to know how to work on everything"
"I bet you could work on so much more"
"Cause that first one I had wasn't good at all"
"He couldn't get the engine started and his tools were too small"
"But babe you got the equipment to tune it up real fine
That's why I keep calling you all the time"
(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)
The mechanic song
He's a damn good mechanic
He can work all day or all night long
Yeah he's my mechanic
He's my mechanic
Ain't talking bout no Pinto
Ain't talking bout no run about car that doesn't start or hardly make it back
I got a friend whose a mechanic
He's got a great big Cadillac
And it always runs great
A big shiny nine
He is so worth the wait
(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)
The mechanic
Works so good with his hands
The mechanic
He totally understands
That in order for it to run right
You gotta be great at what you do
And believe me he does it well
I never feel blue
He's got that lubing down to a T
He knows how to work on high beams
And anything in between
(Guitar Solo)
(Repeat Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)
(Coda).
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