[Genre: folk-rock with elements of contemporary folk, pop, soul and a smoky blues riff.] [instruments: wailing steel guitar, pedal drum and harmonica] [Verse 1] Down at her garage, with the long dead lawn, I rolled in broken, barely limping along. Didn’t know what I’d find, but was caught by surprise, By a topless mechanic with fire in her eyes. Red braid swingin’, freckles on display, Called cross the shop, “what can I do ya today?” [Chorus] Oh, topless mechanic, grease on her skin, Maybe a third of my age, but got me thinking of sin. Toolbelt hangin' low, jean shorts peaking through To her small pert breasts, my eyeline drew I’m in no hurry, let her take her time, Hope this engine’s busted, I can sit here just fine. [Verse 2] Tattoo on her arm, reads freedom and grit, Jean shorts cling as she’s makin’ it fit. She’s under the hood, bare to the bone, But I’m the one sweatin’ like I’m workin' alone. Sunlight dancin' on her back so bare, Topless mechanic, but I too smart to dare. [Chorus] Yeah, topless mechanic, queen of this scene, Got my heart hummin' like a new machine. Watchin’ her closer than even she's guessing, Breakin' down here was really a blessing. [Bridge] There’s dirt on her shoulders, oil in her hair, But she’s workin' that wrench like she just don’t care. Every twist, every turn, I'm close to profanity, Lost in her rhythm, but not out of my sanity. [Chorus] Oh, topless mechanic, don't repair it too soon, Fix me up slow with that old bluesy tune. I’ll keep on waitin’, let her take her time, Caught in her spell, and I’m feelin’ fine. [Verse] At my age, dreaming's about all I can do, You made me feel young, these moment's near you. Don't know why you were so on display but the fact that you were, certainly brightened my day. [Outro] She wiped her hands, gave me a wink, Said, “Good to go, now what do you think?” But I just smiled, leaned back in my seat, Said, “Might need more work if you’re feelin’ the heat.” Topless mechanic, you’re worth every dime, Fixin’ my soul as you’re takin' your time. [Repeat] Oh, topless mechanic, don't repair it too soon, Fix me up slow with that old bluesy tune.