"Vavoom: Ted The Mechanic" lyrics
"Vavoom: Ted The Mechanic"
He was playing pool and drinking beer
Nothing more'n the occasional tear
But this man's life goes on
He gets greased all over from time to time
At the strip joint, where we met
He said, "Hi. My name is Ted."
See that one over there
That ball of thunder
Every time she goes Vavoom
I wiggle in my chair
Can I buy you a beer?
What a guy
"Well, I've had a few myself," he said
"But I never quit when I'm ahead
Too many rules and regulations
Stupid laws designed by fools behind closed doors
And another thing I won't discuss is religion
It always causes a fight."
Vavoom
There she goes again
"How does she do that?" said Ted
And he told me of those injustices that
He had suffered in his life
His wife and kids and boss and dogs
And neighbours raising cain and causing strife
They were forever whining
Bleating, howling, yapping
Screeching, moaning, crying
Vavoom
He fed them well
He keep them warm
Ted, Ted the mechanic!
Thing about Ted, didn't really care
Nothing much got in his hair
And the beauty of it was that he was right
He was big as a truck, fast as a door
What's that?
He was always right
The banjo player took a hike
And what's that song I used to like?
Vavoom
Big as a truck, uh
He was fast as a door - Ted
What a guy
Ted the man, our Ted
Ted the man, our Ted
Ted the man, our Ted
Writer(s): Ian Gillan, Jon Lord, Ian Anderson Paice, Roger David Glover, Steve Morse
- AZLyrics
- D
- Deep Purple Lyrics
album:
"Purpendicular" (1996)
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