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