Verse 1 I sat down at my bench with a soldering plan, Had a PCB layout only I could understand. But the magic disappeared with a faint little ping— There goes the SMD resistor, off on holiday again! Chorus Ohhh, bodge wires on the left, shaky hands on the right, Flux fumes rising like a campfire light. If it works when I'm done, it'll be pure luck or fate— Tinkering with electronics, mate, it’s never second-rate! Verse 2 Tried to solder on a header but my vision went skewed, Now it's slightly on an angle—ah well, close enough, dude. My tweezers launched a capacitor straight into space, NASA called to say it passed the ISS base. Chorus Ohhh, bodge wires on the left, shaky hands on the right, Flux fumes rising like a campfire light. If it works when I'm done, it'll be pure luck or fate— Tinkering with electronics, mate, it's always first-class great! Bridge Coffee shakes, magnifying glass, I should’ve bought parts with legs, alas. Hot-air gun blowing bits astray— “Where’d that diode go?” — ah well, gone today. Verse 3 But the moment that LED flickers to life, I forget all the chaos, the drama, the strife. It’s a hobby of patience, disasters, and cheer, And the odd burnt fingertip—just part of the career! Final Chorus Ohhh, bodge wires on the left, shaky hands on the right, Flux fumes rising like a campfire light. It may look like a crime scene but I swear it’ll be fine— Tinkering’s a lifestyle, and the madness is divine!
