There is a garage above the town

Which I own

I often sit on the forecourt

Near to the Esso pumps

And listen to

Army of Hardcore

By Scooter

It tells me to

Start the War
Cause we are on the floor

I do not understand the lyrics

But like the music

Which is enough for me  

Occasionally a car will pull in to refill

And when I return from my booth

I often find that the driver has left his bride

In tears

But admiring the view

From the forecourt

Of the garage I own

Above the town