Thinker Fellers Union Local 282 — Sports Car lyrics

Lyrics

When the door swung open
I couldn’t tell…
Sweaty sweaty
Sweaty sweaty
Is anybody at home?
You just have to know your equipment; how to handle it
You can get it do just what you want it to do
Without having it rip your little arms right off
Without having it take you apart one piece at a time
A good piece of equipment has respect for a man like that
The only kind of man
you know what to do with it
It’s like a good woman, like your mother
You’ve got his old heart right in his hands
In the form of a tractor, or a motor, or a
I know
I know
I know
I know
A piece of a equipment like that will want you to have your hands on its levers
Your feet on its pedals, gripping and pushing
Get your nickel in
I’ve been in a lot of cars
I’ve been in way too many cars
I can’t seem to read the damn things
I got a letter from the
It said, «We're all very glad
And we’ll be there soon»
They asked to see my hands in my eye