Garage Countdown

It’s a pavlovian reflex,

I don’t understand the science She steps into the shop and it’s

a physical defiance Did the sawdust trigger something?

Is it the WD-40?

She was perfectly fine inside the house watching TV!

But the second she hits the threshold,

the countdown begins She drops what she's holding,

gives me one of those grins Says,

"Honey, I love you,

I was gonna see what you’re doing— But nature is calling and

a storm is a-brewing!"

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!)

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! (woo!)

Just one step on the concrete...

And she’s gone.

Love you, babe.

But finish up, I need a hand with this transmission. (shhhhh)