Greasy Black Hands

Stick my head out from underneath
That gear-box is losin' juice
Only thing that's white's my two front teeth
What the hell, it ain't no use
This singin' mechanic that before you stands
Plays a big ol' White Falcon with grease-black hands

Half way there to oour next show
I'll be lyin'there under on my back
Ain't that cute, a tyre done blow!
Pass the spare, pass me the jack
Wherever this rumblin' old diesel crate lands
I play a big ol'White Falcon with grease-black hands

Opened up the gear-box
Three times on one trip
Bolted on the drive shaft
Lyin' on one hip
Sang to the croud
With an oil streaked face
Then wired on th'exhaust pipe
To get us back to base
I ain't no mechanic
But I'll do what I can
Till we get the f-oldin'
To buy a new van
Until that day
The situations demands
That I play my White Falcon
White grease-black hands