Coffee in one hand, tape measure in the other Hammer in my pocket, curse words begin to fluster Measure twice, cut once—yeah, that’s the plan But somehow I always misplace the clamp Nails fly, sawdust in my hair Clients ask you sure it’s square I say Trust me, it’s an art Or at least it looks like hammer and heart It ain’t fancy, it ain’t fame But a crooked shelf still earns my name NAIL IT! CUT IT SLAP IT! GLUE IT Every board, every screw, every part We work with our hands, we work with our heart NAIL IT! CUT IT SLAP IT! GLUE IT From the floor to the roof, we make it stand Hammer in one hand, coffee in the other hand Joists and beams, a wonky wall Fix it quick before the inspector calls I swear the wood moves on its own And why is every screw in the wrong zone Calloused palms and a crooked grin Sawdust angels on my chin I build it strong, I build it true Even if I sing off-key while I do Some see planks, some see lines I see a masterpiece… eventually… sometimes NAIL IT! CUT IT SLAP IT! GLUE IT Every board, every screw, every part We work with our hands, we work with our heart NAIL IT! CUT IT SLAP IT! GLUE IT From the floor to the roof, we make it stand Hammer in one hand, coffee in the other hand Mistakes get cursed, mistakes get laughed at A crooked shelf? Call it abstract Sawdust in our hair, pride in our chest In this trade, we give our best NAIL IT! CUT IT SLAP IT! GLUE IT Every board, every screw, every part We work with our hands, we work with our heart NAIL IT! CUT IT SLAP IT! GLUE IT From the floor to the roof, we make it stand Hammer in one hand, coffee in the other hand
