Greasy Black Hands by Hormonauts
Greasy Black Hands lyrics
Stick my head out from underneath,
That gear-box is losin� juice,
Only thing that�s white�s my two front teeth,
What the hell, it ain�t no use,
This singin� mechanic that before you stands,
Plays a big ol� White Falcon with grease-black hands.
Half way there to oour next show,
I�ll be lyin�there under on my back,
Ain�t that cute, a tyre done blow!
Pass the spare, pass me the jack,
Wherever this rumblin� old diesel crate lands,
I play a big ol�White Falcon with grease-black hands.
Opened up the gear-box.
Three times on one trip,
Bolted on the drive shaft,
Lyin� on one hip,
Sang to the croud,
With an oil streaked face,
Then wired on th�exhaust pipe,
To get us back to base,
I ain�t no mechanic,
But I�ll do what I can,
Till we get the f-oldin�,
To buy a new van,
Until that day,
The situations demands,
That I play my White Falcon,
White grease-black hands.
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