LIFE OF A PARTS MAN
Leo Chouinard
I work behind the counter
In an
automotive store
Sometimes I'm called a genius
Sometimes I'm called much
more
I claim I'm no mechanic
But when the job goes sick
The
mechanic comes and asks me
What makes the damned thing tick
I'm supposed to know the numbers
Of bolts and nuts and gears
For every car
that was ever made
For more than forty years
I'm an engineer and
machinist
And what not, Oh, my Lord
I'm supposed to be an
Edison
Combined with Henry Ford
But life would be a pleasure
And
I'd grin from ear to ear
If the customer would tell me
The model, make,
and year.