Shade Tree Mechanic
verse 1
His house was nothing more than a big junkyard
A retirement home for old lawnmowers
And blocked up rusty cars
He couldn't read or write a word
And he stuttered when he spoke
But he was Albert Einstein
When it came to nuts and bolts

verse 2
Everybody called him 'greasy'
But his real name was Bert
At least that's what it said
On his blue sunoco shirt
He kept a maytag full of miller beer
in the shade of a cottonwood
Lord he loved to pop a top
Just like he love to pop a hood

He was the world's greatest shade tree mechanic
He fixed outboards, cars and toasters
And worn out window fans
No job was to big on the planet
For the world's greatest shade tree mechanic

verse 3
Old 'greasy' died one mornin'
While he was doin' what he loved best
He didn't leave a will
But we all knew his last request
So we put his tool box in the trunk
And him behind the wheel
Then we sent him off to Heaven
In a good used Bonneville

repeat chrorus
adlibs till end