Bonnie Cub Cadet Lament

I'm Ray, the Kilted Mechanic,

With grease upon my hands,

I've brought old engines back to life,

Across these Maryland lands.

But one machine stood by my side,

Through every job we'd get,

My yellow friend, my pride and joy,

My bonnie Cub Cadet.

I can mend a broken belt,

And make an engine sing,

But no tool inside my box,

Can mend remembering.

Oh, Cub Cadet, where are you now?

I miss you every day,

I miss the sound your engine made,

As grass rolled clean away.

Oh, Cub Cadet, my yellow queen,

There's one thing I regret,

There's still a space here in my heart,

For my bonnie Cub Cadet.

We rode beneath the morning sun,

Across the fields of green,

Around the trees and down the hill,

The finest mowing team.

I changed your oil and checked your belts,

Your blades were always set,

I kept you running proud and strong,

My bonnie Cub Cadet.

Spark and fuel, Compression too,

I know what every wrench can do.

Fix the carb, Repair the drive,

Bring another mower back to life.

But there's one thing I can't fix yet: This heart that misses

My Cub Cadet.

Oh, Cub Cadet, wherever you are,

I hope you're running fine,

May all your blades stay sharp and true,

And every belt align.

From Gravely, Toro, Scag and Deere,

I'll fix them all,

you bet,

But Ray will always save his heart,

For his bonnie Cub Cadet.

Cub Cadet... Cub Cadet...

My bonnie

Cub Cadet... (soft bagpipe fade) "Goodbye,

old girl. You cut a fine lawn."