Beneath this tree, where shade is good
I park my car and pop the hood
Spark plugs fouled–she won’t run right
I’ll scrape ‘em clean with this here knife
Got one good tire with lots of tread
The rest are may-pops, nearly dead
The tail pipe hangs from rope and wire
But sounds real good and belches fire
Carb too rich–nine miles per gallon
It costs ten bucks to go see Ellen
Too much cash for this ol’ boy
To spend on girls and drive his toy
Pa says man needs a woman at night
To have some righteous “good-whoopy-delight”
Romance, romance, what’s the use?
A girl’s no good when your rods are loose
