The Mechanic
I
went to the mechanic
Because
my car was startin' to wheeze and whine
I
couldn't understand it
For
eight years it seemed to be runnin' fine
He
said, "Don't worry about a thing, Brother;
I'll
treat your car just like it was mine."
First
he took it for a joyride
He
ground the gears and floored it in reverse
Took
out some innocent passersby
A
nice old lady reaching for her purse
He
said, "Steering's a little wobbly—
Thank
God, it could've been a whole lot worse."
Then
he siphoned off my gasoline
Billed
me a billion bucks to fill the tank
Sheered
off the tail lights and the rear view mirror
Rammin'
through the back door of the bank
I
looked a little non-plussed; he said:
"It
ain't me, it's Jesus you must thank."
He
stripped off all the fenders
He
even stole the brakepads off my brakes
He
said: "Real men don't have accidents
Or
if they do, they don't admit mistakes,"
As
he sledge-hammered that U-joint, saying:
"Good
for all models and all makes."
Though
my car was on the wheelrims
He
managed to roll it out of the bay somehow
When
I said I wasn't happy,
Concern
was written on his furrowed brow
"Son,
this car's in bad, bad condition—
Can
you afford to change mechanics now?"
A
mechanic's like a President
He
has to do the job for which he's hired
If
he makes a total mess of things
Then
hopes your registration has expired
You've
got two choices what to say:
"Here's
my car again," or, "Friend, you're fired!"
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