Garage Grooves & Golden Tinkles

(yeah, alright, turn that wrench)

Got my wrench in my hand,

listening to the radio Working on the Chevy,

got the high-beams on aglow The garage is my castle,

it’s my sanctuary space Smell of grease and gasoline,

my absolute favorite place

Then the side door creaks,

I see her stepping inside

She takes one step across the concrete,

eyes wide

I think she’s here to kiss me,

or bring a cold beer

But she gets a certain look,

and the mission is clear

Oh, every single time she walks into my garage It’s a biological

mystery, a bathroom mirage

She don’t want the tools,

she don’t care about the hoop

Every time she hits the garage,

she’s gotta go poop!

Yeah, she hits that concrete floor

And she’s running right back out the door! (yeah)

(hahaha,

look

at her run!)

Oh, every single time she walks into my garage It’s a biological

mystery, a bathroom mirage

She don’t want the tools,

she don’t care about the hoop

Every time she hits the garage,

she’s gotta go poop!

Yeah, she hits that concrete floor

And she’s running right back out the door!

She's running out the door...

(bye bye honey!)