The mechanic raised up from under my hood He shook his head and said This ain't good You timin' belt's done shrunk one size too small Those spark plug wires are a little too long And your main prodsponder's nearly gone Your injector ports are stripped and that ain't all The torque converter's runnin' low on torque And that water pump's nearly down a quart But we caught it all in time so you're in luck He said, I've got the time and I've got the parts Just give me the word and I'm ready to start I think we could bring her in for eight hundred bucks But don't be down hearted I can fix it for you, sonny It won't take too long it'll just take money Then he said Ain't you that songwriter guy I said, Yes I am he said, So am I And he sat down and played me a song by the grease rack When he finished singin' he gave ma a smile And a closed my eyes and pondered awhile And he said, What do you think Now don't hold nothing back Well, I gave him my most sorrowful look And I said This song's got a broken hook I can order you a new one from Nashville but it won't be cheep And I know you've been using a cut-rate thesaurus 'Cause your adverbs have backed you into your chorus Now your verse is runnin' on verbs that are way too weak But don't be down hearted I can fix it for you, sonny It won't take too long it'll just take money And I said, Hold on friend now I'm not through I hate to be the one to give you the news But your whole melodic structure's worked itself loose It's got so many dotted eighth note in it I'd keep her under fifty beats per minute I mean, that's just me talkin' it's really up to you And you've got a bad safety problem with That dominant chord with the augmented fifth just see how dangerously high it rises you up So just go on over there and work on my car I'll sit here by the fan and chances are I can straighten this thing out for eigh nine hundred bucks But don't be down hearted I can fix it for you, sonny It won't take too long You guessed it It may be a hit I like it