Bonnie Cub Cadet

I'm Ray, the Kilted Mechanic,

With oil upon my hands,

I've fixed a thousand engines,

Across these Maryland lands.

But there was one beside me,

Through sunshine, rain and sweat,

A yellow friend I'll not forget,

My bonnie Cub Cadet.

Oh, I can mend a broken belt,

Make an old engine sing,

But there's no wrench within my box,

Can mend the hurt you bring.

Oh, Cub Cadet, where are you now?

I miss you every day,

I miss your engine roaring,

As we cut the grass away.

Oh, Cub Cadet, my yellow queen,

The best I've ever met,

There's an empty place beside me,

For my bonnie Cub Cadet.

We rode on summer mornings,

Beneath the rising sun,

Around the trees, across the lawn,

Until the work was done.

I changed your oil and filters,

Kept every spindle set,

I sharpened every blade with care,

My bonnie Cub Cadet.

Spark and fuel, Compression too,

I know just what A wrench can do.

I can fix a carb,

I can fix a drive,

I can bring an old dead mower Back to life.

But there's one repair I've not mastered yet...

How to stop missing

My Cub Cadet.

OH, CUB CADET, WHERE ARE YOU NOW?

I MISS YOU EVERY DAY!

I MISS YOUR ENGINE ROARING,

AS WE CUT THE GRASS AWAY!

Oh, Cub Cadet, my yellow queen,

The best I've ever met,

There's an empty place beside me,

For my bonnie Cub Cadet.

So when the sun is setting,

And I close the shop at night,

I sometimes see that yellow paint,

Shining in the fading light.

I'll keep repairing engines,

With my spanners neatly set,

But there'll always be a place for you,

My bonnie Cub Cadet.

(Cub Cadet...) (Cub Cadet...)

"Goodbye, old girl...

You cut a fine lawn."